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PLAYING CUPID / 01.

SYNOPSIS / Consistently overshadowed by your older sister, you expect your days in high school to be filled with plastic smiles and apathetic peers with hidden intentions. Everything changes when four of the most popular guys in school join you and your best friend for lunch on the first day of school.

FEATURING / Kim Namjoon; appearances by Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook.

GENRES & TAGS / high school au, freshman reader, senior namjoon, student council president namjoon, best friend jungkook, lots of fluff, and some angst.

WARNINGS / Graphic and mature language, slight age difference/gap (to clarify, oc is 14-15 yrs old and namjoon is 17 - first part is rated pg); list will be updated as fic is updated accordingly.

WORD COUNT / ~10.3k

NOTES / I am a day late in posting this and I want to let you guys know that this is... not edited at all and I will be looking through this every now and then to correct any errors. But I hope you enjoy the first part of this series! I wasn’t expecting this to be relatively long, but it was all to set up the characters dynamics and the history behind the reader and Namjoon’s relationship. Any feedback is appreciated. To repeat, I’m so sorry this was super late. Please expect part 2 to be up in ~2 weeks. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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“You’re Sena’s little sister, right?”

You’d be a damn millionaire if you made a dollar for every person on campus tried to break the ice with you. It was a severe understatement to say that your older sister was known around town. She was vice president of the student council, president of the debate club, and the best player on the varsity volleyball team. All of the teachers and faculty adored her, every girl wanted to be her, and every guy wanted to be with her.

For the longest time, you assumed your sister was a celebrity on campus.

You were so wrong.

It was because you never met him. You’ve heard his name so many times whenever your sister had sleepovers with her friends or when she was on the phone with a friend, whispering so softly into the receiver, afraid that someone would find out about that she had a crush on him. You were perplexed because you thought your sister was a very forward person; she had so much confidence talking to so many guys who desperately wanted her attention yet somehow her palms would sweat over him.

“Hey, you know who Kim Namjoon is?” You would sit at the cafeteria for the first time with your best friend, Jungkook, who had devoured half of his ham and cheese croissant sandwich. He looks at you and he would raise one brow.

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who’s obsessed with hyung.” But Jungkook sees the genuine confusion form on your face. You catch a glimpse of your older sister who sat on the other side of the cafeteria, thumbing a reply on her phone while her friend nudges at her when she sees the notorious posse that every girl swoons over.

It was a scene right out of a movie.

At that time, you had the faintest idea who they were, but you were quick to find out why they were so well known around campus. Jung Hoseok was the senior of the group; he was a dancer and was featured in numerous music videos by well-known artists and he had an extensive list of choreographers willing to work with him. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin were inseparable; they were juniors who ran the school newspaper and the school yearbook – Taehyung being in charge of the photography while Jimin being in charge of the organizing the yearbook staff. Meanwhile, there was Kim Namjoon; student council president, valedictorian of his class, member of the honor society and numerous organizations on campus.

“Wait, you know who Namjoon is?” You were curious whether Jungkook knew of him, not exactly knowing the guy.

“Yeah. I mean, he’s been my next-door neighbor for god knows how long. His folks and mine go out for golfing twice a month.” You just nod to his answer when you are shoving a chocolate moon pie into your mouth.

But your mouth instantly goes dry when the four guys appear right across from you and Jungkook are seated.

“Gukie!” Hoseok exclaimed at the sight of Jungkook still devouring his croissant. “Look at you! Finally, you’re with the hyungs in high school.” The tease made Jungkook’s ears go pink and you feel your own face get hot; not because of second hand embarrassment, but because you can see everyone’s eyes on you – the two freshmen who had no right to be sharing a table with, what you can only assume, the four most popular guys on campus.

There were many times where people would only want to get to know you because of your sister; girls wanted to get close to you because you were had a cool older sister and boys wanted to be with you because they were so eager to come over to your place and obsess over Sena.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had no interest in her. As a matter of fact, you met Jungkook when you were in middle school and took a swimming class and later found out that you two were in the same class and bonded over your competitive nature in swim class.

“Who’s this? You got a girlfriend on your first day already?” You and Jungkook exchange a look of disgust with each other and create a sensible amount of space for each other to establish that you both see each other as friends.

“Oh my god, wait – you’re Sena’s little sister, right?” Hoseok corrected Jimin who had made the assumption you and Jungkook were an item. Jungkook can see the way you scrunch your nose from his periphery, and he decides to answer for you instead.

“This is YN. She’s… literally been my best friend since middle school.” Jungkook introduces you to the four people right across from you. “YN, this is Hoseok – well, I call him Hobi-hyung. This is Jimin-hyung and Tae-hyung. I’m pretty sure you know Namjoon-hyung because –”

“ – school council president.” You interrupt because you didn’t want Jungkook to reveal that you had been inquiring about him earlier. “I remember because you made that welcome speech this morning at the assembly.”

Namjoon is rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment and you resume eating your packed lunch, despite losing all appetite because you are surrounded by so many people did not know. They weren’t terrible people, but you weren’t mentally prepared for such strong personalities and dynamics to be introduced all at once. You felt like an intruder – a fly on the wall – because everyone carried on with their normal conversations; Jungkook and Hoseok were talking about plans for the weekend and then Jimin and Taehyung were already drafting out ideas for the yearbook. Meanwhile, you sat in silence as you ate your tuna salad sandwich, reading a new book you were gifted over the summer by your parents.

“Let me know when you’re done.” A voice catches your attention, and you stop all chewing. “The book, I mean.” Namjoon clarifies and he sees that you are already halfway done with it. “I read it a year ago and I’d like to hear what you think of it.” He offers you a heartwarming smile and you nod once, returning the same grin.

“I started it a week ago. I really like it so far.” The conversation is light and drowned out by the loud voices beside you.

You never really pinned him as a reader.

“So, how’s your first day so far?” He inquires and you honestly thought that the conversation was… over. Normally, that’s how all the conversations go when people find out your Sena’s little sister. They feign their interest in you and instantaneously ask about her.

“It’s… nothing special.” You admit, smoothing your fingers on the pages of the book. “Most of the classes I have before lunch, Guk’s with me. Now –”

“Now, her large, wrinkled brain is going to abandon me and get into those advanced program and honors classes.” You are rolling your eyes at your best friend who whines that you decided not to take the same classes as him.

“We literally have homeroom, social studies, and PE together and then we see each other for breaks and lunch. I think you’ll live.” The group laughs which earns quite a bit of stares from outsiders, but they seem to be completely unfazed by it. Everyone turns back to their own conversations and, usually, your social presence isn’t necessarily sought out by people.

It wasn’t until you hear another inquiry fall out of Namjoon’s mouth.

“What do you have right after lunch?”

“Biology.”

“Honors biology, by the way. Can’t you spare just one regular class for me? Or does your GPA really matter that much to you?” Jungkook complains and you are left ignoring his comments.

If there was one thing that your older sister taught you (something you actually agree with) is that colleges love a good GPA and joining as many clubs as possible. You even remembered how she’d phrase it for you; college admissions officers will cream their pants when you score that 4.0 GPA and do something out of the box from the rest of your peers.

“Or just get smarter, Guk.” Hoseok poked fun at Jungkook, earning a shrug from Jungkook. Namjoon, on the other hand, is smiling from ear to ear at the dynamic between the elder and the youngest of the group.

“Let me see your schedule.” Namjoon urges as he spots your clear binder which has your printed schedule on the cover. You push over your binder to Namjoon who is scanning your binder; he reads through your name, your birth date, the list of teachers you had for the semester and the classes assigned to you.

You feel indifferent about the sudden attention on you, especially from Namjoon; a mere stranger who everyone obsessed over was so piqued by you. You observe the way the corner of his slips curve into an impressive smirk as he glances over at Hoseok.

“Guess who we have for calculus at the end of the day?” He slides over your binder where the rest of the group examine the rest of your schedule, only for Hoseok to find a coinciding class with you.

“How the fuck are you in a senior’s class? Are you some math whiz or something?” Taehyung’s eyes widen at the sight of an advanced calculus class on your schedule. It was one of the things you were proud of you; you were good at math – it happened to be Sena’s worst subject and your parents often joke what she lacked; you had gained immensely.

“Yeah, YN’s cracked, hyung. I don’t understand. I remember in middle school they had to make arrangements for her to get into a pre-caclulus class or some shit like that.” Jungkook finishes his fruit cup and gathers all of the trash on site to toss over to the closest garbage bin.

Namjoon is sliding your binder right back at you, brows raised at you with the same grin he had on. He stares at you for what seemed like a long time – to you, it seemed like a long time and he is glancing back down at where your fingers brush against each other and he pulls away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

“I – um, saw that you were taking orchestra too.”

You nod and chew on your cheek, self-conscious all of a sudden about your appearance because you are very much aware that Namjoon is examining every aspect of your face.

“Yeah. I mean, I already know how to play the piano, so I might as well learn how to play another instrument, right?”

“No – yeah, you’re right.” He stammers and he folds his hands together only to be interrupted by Jimin tossing over a bag of pretzels at Namjoon.

“Bell’s about to ring. Pretzels was all they had left. We need to head to physics soon.” Taehyung and Jimin are swinging their bags over their shoulders. Hoseok is too busy on his phone, showing Jungkook a video of his new choreography.

Suddenly, you are receiving a plethora of notifications in the depths of your jean pocket. Your fingers unlock your phone only to reveal a series of text messages from your sister.

Sena [12:29]: Did you just spend your entire lunch with Kim Namjoon?

Sena [12:32]: Earth to YN?

Sena [12:39]: GUK IS FRIENDS WITH ALL 4 OF THEM.

Sena [12:41]: You have officially made a fucking impression to this school. I’m so proud of you. You’re sitting with us at lunch tomorrow.

“Guess I’ll see you later, YN.” The bell doesn’t descend you back to reality. Instead, it was his voice that brings you to pack up your things into your bag. “You might want to sit at the back for Mr. Lu’s biology class; he’s a spitter.” Namjoon swings his backpack over his shoulder. “He reuses the same lesson plan every year. If you need any help with them, you know who to look for.”

As you’re swinging your own bag, Namjoon leaves you with a wink as he is exiting the doors of the cafeteria into the school hallways.

Now, you understand why the entire world was obsessed with Kim Namjoon.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Mrs. Kang, your calculus, is a middle-aged woman who didn’t look like she had aged past thirty. You found it incredibly hard to believe the woman was nearly in her mid-forties who had three kids of her own. She looked like a stern woman but had a good heart from what you remembered; she only wanted what was best for the class even though it meant tormenting them with a shit ton of homework. “I don’t need to go over the syllabus with you bunch. As you can see, this is a much smaller class than a regular class because not a lot of people pass this class.”

Silence fills the room from when you had first arrived. You were one of the last few people to find your seat because your class was all the way on the other side of campus. It seemed like everyone in your class were juniors or seniors. There were so many of them who knew each other from previous classes; they were all huddled in their own designated spots in the class, so you sat at the front of the class because all the seats at the back had been taken and it may help that you’re at the front because it’ll force you to pay attention.

“There’s a lot of material to cover and there’s only so much I can do. Since we’ve implemented the new block schedule, we’ll only be seeing each other for an hour and a half every Wednesdays and Fridays. First thirty minutes will be on new material, next thirty minutes will be spent on practice problems, and then the last thirty minutes will be working with your partner on getting your homework started. I’ve figured getting a head start on the homework for the last thirty minutes will be helpful just in case you or your partner are lost, you have me to ask for assistance.”

Someone’s hand raises up in the air out of your periphery.

Mrs. Kang points to them. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“How do we determine who are partners will be?”

“Please tell me we get to pick our partners.” Mrs. Kang is already turning her back to the class as she searches for a box that had been hidden behind her computer monitor only for her shake the contents of the box.

“The last time I gave the students the opportunity to choose who their partner was, I’ve written a disciplinary notice for academic dishonesty twice a week.” Mrs. Kang prefaced, and the room goes silent. As she continues ruffling through folded papers inside the wooden box, you are already aware of how the partner system is going to work.

Everything was going to be randomly assigned.

“We have 26 of you total which means there will be 13 pairs.” Mrs. Kang announces, and she walks around the class starting from the left where the person is picking a folded paper out of the box. Each person who had unfolded their paper sat patiently until Mrs. Kang had completed distributing the paired assignments around the room. She is fetching a pen and paper as she sits on her desk.

“Alright, our first pair is –” Mrs. Kang looks up to see two people raise their hands; it had been Hoseok and a girl with the prettiest bangs named Mimi. Mrs. Kang continued jotting down the pairs until you scanned the number on your own paper; a large 12 inscribed on your already tattered paper.

You hear Mrs. Kang’s voice as she calls out for the twelfth pair and you raise your hand. You don’t see anyone in your periphery raise their hands, so you turn your body around to search for your partner.

Your body turns cold and still, but you can feel your cheeks get warm at the sight of Namjoon seated down at the back with Hoseok with his hands raised, revealing that he had pulled the same number as you. The thumping in your heart is loud and it beats hard as each moment passes.

Both your hands lower and you are trying to turn your attention back to the front of the class where your teacher stood, but you can feel his eyes on you. You remembered scolding yourself, unaware of why you were so nervous and so shocked to be his partner – he saw you nothing more than another classmate; someone to help him with his assignments.

“Perfect! Since we have our pairs, everyone will be sitting next to their partner from now on; I don’t care where it’ll be. I just need you to sit with them, so we’re not scrambling at the last thirty minutes of class to find them.” Mrs. Kang says sternly, clearly not wanting to waste time in this class. “Shall we begin?”

“How do you already have so much shit to do?” Jungkook laid comfortably on your bed, shoving down salt and vinegar potato chips that your parents had bought from the store last weekend. “Do you like never take a break from reading or what?”

“It’s just a really interesting book.” You say as you flip through the next page and bite into an apple.

You two laid on your bed, basking in the afternoon sun. Normally, you two didn’t have this much down time. Last summer, you two volunteered to be camp counselors to lessen the boredom you two would endure. It was either that or spending every goddamn weekend on the golf course with Jungkook’s parents and yours.

“I was thinking of trying out for the track & field team.” Jungkook informs you and you resume reading. “Namjoon-hyung tells me that the team runs right after school and it sounds fun. Events are early though, and we all know I’m not an early riser.”

The mention of Namjoon urged you to reminisce back to your last period that day. Mrs. Kang mentioned that she wasn’t going to let the class immediately sit right next to their homework partner – thank god. You just wouldn’t know what to talk about with him; you don’t really know what to talk about with people because they always somehow led the conversation back to your older sister.

But, at the end of class, he did manage to keep up with you as you hastily packed all your items into the bag before you darted outside of the classroom. You planned on walking home with Jungkook and you two would meet at the front of the school. Namjoon, somehow, caught up to you in time.

He had grabbed your arm and greeted with you with his million-dollar smile. “Hey,” He breathes, and you stop to offer him a meeker and shier smile.

“Hi, what’s up?”

“You’re meeting with Guk?”

You give him a single nod before he hands you two pieces of paper. You’re curious as to what they are, and you see the words parent’s consent form along with the health forms to give to a doctor – for a physical.

“He’ll know what they’re for.” He reassured you and you hold onto the forms. “Thanks for that. I have to go; I have a meeting in five minutes with the student council.”

“I’ll be sure to give it to him. Was there anything else you wanted to tell him?”

He shakes his head, and he starts reversing his steps, clutching onto the straps of his bags. “I – um, I’m really looking forward for calculus – you know, the whole partner thing. I must be really lucky to be partnered with a cracked, math whiz like you.”

Now, you’re blushing because you weren’t really sure if you were supposed to be flattered or offended.

And he read you so well because he is suddenly panicking but he hid it. He stops his reverses, and he takes one step closer to you.

“I’ll see you and Guk at lunch tomorrow, if that’s alright?” He hums; his voice sounded so soft and clear to you – no one can hear a single thing he had said to you, but you heard him bright as day. Suddenly, you feel a grin creep up to your mouth and you nod once. You had regained some of your confidence back and Namjoon can see it. “Cool, well, I’ll see you ‘round, YN.”

“Earth to YN.” Jungkook snaps at you and you pay attention to your friend who is lying next to you. “Did you hear a single thing I said?”

“Sorry ‘bout that. I dozed for a couple minutes.” You admit and he scrunches his brows, dismissing your moment of silence.

“I was asking how it was like to be in a class of seniors.”

“There’s no difference, honestly.” You begin your thought. “It sucks just because I don’t really know anyone, and everyone knows everyone.”

“Yeah, but you have Namjoon-hyung and Hobi-hyung.” Jungkook reassures you. “They’re basically your friends now because we’ll be hanging around them a lot.”

You weren’t sure if you were looking forward to or nervous to be spending a lot more time with the older guys. They made a good first impression on you though; they’ve probably only mentioned your sister’s name once. Granted, it was only thirty minutes spent together, but it was so much better than most of the conversations you’ve had with everybody else.

“That’s true. I have Namjoon as my homework partner, so I’ll… definitely need to get along with him.” You chuckle under your breath as you read through each line without comprehending a single thing. Your mind had been so clouded with the idea of Namjoon and you weren’t sure why.

Jungkook decided not to stay for dinner that evening even though mom made two pans of lasagna to feed a village. However, he did help you and your mother prepare it. Your mom was pretty insistent on it, so you promise that you’d be giving him some leftovers for lunch the next day. Your dad arrived home next; it was a typical evening – he beelined to your mom, planted a kiss on her cheek and patted your back before he hastily moved to the office to continue working. Sena arrived home from school at a later hour than usual before she was already setting the plates on the dining table.

“Alright, Guk, final offer.” Your mother says as she is pulling out two piping pans of lasagna out of the oven.

“No, thanks, Mrs. LN.” He respectfully declines before he is swinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Mom’s expecting me home right about now for dinner. I’ll definitely ask YN to pack me up some leftovers though.”

“Alright.” She waves him a goodbye before you are showing him to the door. “Walk home safely.” She bids him a goodbye softly as she pulls the foils off the pan.

“Pack me an extra serving, please.” Jungkook pleads and you roll your eyes before he already made his way out of the door.

“Honey, dinner’s ready!”

“You did not tell me Jungkook was friends with Namjoon.” Sena settles herself on the dining table and you sit right across from her, waiting for your mom to begin serving everyone a slice of lasagna.

“Quite frankly, I didn’t know Jungkook even knew Namjoon either. I’d say I’m just as surprised as you are, but I really don’t know what the fascination is with Namjoon.” You lied through your teeth as your mom serves herself first (she called dibs on the corner piece) and you decide on getting the smallest piece since you weren’t so hungry that evening.

“Are you talking about Mr. and Mrs. Kim’s son? Is this the same Namjoon we’re talking about right now?” Your mom’s curiosity is evident in her tone, taking small bites out of a side salad she had prepared.

“Yes, and Sena is hopelessly in love with him.” You shove the lettuce into your mouth as you wait for your lasagna serving to cool down momentarily.

“How can you not be in love with him?” She breathes out hastily. Your dad has his brows raised in disbelief; his daughter talking endlessly about her crush.

“He is a nice boy; responsible, kind, gentle, polite, seems to get things done, really cute too.” Your mom lists his never-ending advantages, and you stray away from their eyes because you hate the admit that you find him incredibly cute.

“Can we please talk about something other than this boy?” Your father is already exhausted from listening to you talk about Namjoon and you don’t blame him, really. “How was the first day for you, dear?” He refers to you and you are still chewing on your dinner.

“I have three classes with Guk. I like all of my classes so far; I can already tell calculus is going to be… a lot of work. We have a test every week and we mandatory study sessions after school for the exam to qualify for college credits. Thankfully, I have a partner to work with just in case I don’t understand anything. There’s also –”

“Who’s your partner? Maybe I know them.”

Your silence is defeating, and you look at your dad who is waiting for his answer and you dart your eyes back at Sena who is piecing the puzzle in her head, so she drops her mouth open, gasping at your lack of a response.

“No fucking way!”

“Language, please, Sena.” Your mom scolds.

“I mean, you’ve been in the same classes as him before! I’m sure you’ve been in a group project with him or something. You guys are in the same clubs. I don’t understand why you haven’t asked him out.” You weren’t so sure what motivated you to blurt it all out because your sister was definitely a good catch, but the obsession with him was getting way out of hand.

“That’s ridiculous, YN. I would never ask out a guy. I don’t even know he likes me that way.” Sena is taking small bites out of her dinner and you sigh to yourself, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “If there was only a way for me to find out. It’s not like I have a sister who’s partners with him in a class – oh, she’s also best friends with his next-door neighbor! How convenient.”

She eyes at you where you decide to focus on your meal, but her eyes are pleading and desperate.

“I… am completely eliminating myself from this predicament, Sena. If you want to ask him out for yourself, you should do it. Besides, who wouldn’t like you? You’re amazing.” Your voice is sincere and genuine, and you hope she pushes all of her fears and insecurities to the side to do something about her feelings.

“It would just be so much easier if I knew if he thought I was cute or something.”

“Everyone thinks you’re cute.”

“That’s not the point, YN. Listen, how ‘bout this? You don’t even have to drop my name in there; just ask what his ideal girl is like or something… or let Guk do the work! I’m sure he already knows the answer. Just help a girl out, please, YN.” You sigh defeated because your sister was really good at convincing.

It wasn’t really hard to figure out what type of girl Namjoon was interested in or… if he was interested in girls. All of this was easier said than done and you were going to rely on Jungkook a lot on this.

“I’m not going to prioritize this.” You surrender and she is giddy in her seat.

“YN, you are the best sister anyone could ask for.”

Several weeks have passed since you had last had your conversation with your older sister. You made an emphasis that you weren’t going to prioritize delving into Namjoon’s personal life. You were purely on a calculus homework and best friend’s next door neighbor relationship with him. But you finally get an idea of what Namjoon likes in a girl when he had to leave early for calculus to get pep rally ready for the first football game that Friday.

Unknown [14:34]: It’s Namjoon. Got your number from Guk.

For some reason, you feel your heart leap out of your chest at the text message. You’re still seated in calculus class working on the first few problems of your homework without him. You look up to see that Mrs. Kang is too busy assisting other students confused with the problem. Honestly, you were confused too and were unsure with your methods, but your mind had been too focused on your cellphone the entire time.

Namjoon [14:35]: Should’ve gave you the heads up about this. Sorry about leaving you alone to work. ):

You [14:36]: It’s no big deal. Seems like everyone’s confused, tbh.

Namjoon [14:36]: Fuck, mb. It’s the first game of the night, so I’m kind of required to be here. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

Namjoon [14:37]: I have some down time after setting up. Maybe we can work on it then?

You [14:37]: Just tell me the time and place, I’ll be there. (:

Namjoon says that he had somebody covering his duties for the student council before the game began. You see him rushing inside a computer lab that remained open for students to use. You had reserved a table at a secluded corner because you wanted to be away from prying eyes. He spots you trying to reread your notes and erase the umpteenth method you had tried for a word problem you were stuck on.

He admires the way your brows knit together; lips pursed as you began redoing your method on a separate piece of paper. He keeps standing, not taking his place on the chair right next to you – too afraid that you would interrupt your flow. You feel a presence right next to you and he nearly gives you a fright and you realize just how tall he is.

“You scared me.” You inform and he chuckles softly at how endearing it was. He takes the seat right next to you where he is already pulling out notebook and pencils from his bag.

“I left my book at my locker. Do you mind if I share your book with you?” You look at your open textbook and nod at once pushing the textbook closer for both of you to see. “Thanks.” He scoots much closer than you had intended and when he strips his hoodie off of him, you can smell his cologne and how good it smelled on him.

You ignore your thoughts and scurry back to the problem you’re on.

“What problem did you end on?” He inquires and you point to the exact word problem you had been staring at for the past thirty minutes in class.

“It’s been bugging me. I didn’t want to ask Mrs. Kang because I wanted to figure it out myself.” You were so stubborn, he thought to himself. You had only completed a total of eight problems when there was so much more to do for the weekend. For some reason, you decided to stay stuck on that problem for god knows how long and Namjoon found it adorable – one of the few attributes he liked about you.

He reads the word problem and begins trying to solve the problem on his own. After several tries, he had figure out what you had done wrong and he so desperately wanted to point it out to you. Just when he was about to open his mouth, you turn to him and shake your head, covering your ears with your hands.

“No. I refuse to let you tell me what you did wrong. I can figure this out myself.” You whisper harshly. Namjoon can’t help but respond with silenced laughter because this is exactly how your homework sessions have been going; just the both of you refusing to let the other correct each other until the other figured it out themselves.

“Can I give you one clue?”

“Nope.” You popped your ‘p’ to accentuate just how persistent you were. You stuck out your lower lip as you examined the word problem again and he looked at the glossiness of your mouth and the softness of your cheeks; how he desperately wanted to lay his own petals right on yours as his fingers crawl to your face.

“So, I have a question.” He starts.

“And I can try to give you an answer depending on what it is.”

“Are… you and Guk by any chance – y’know?” His question is vague, but you definitely know what he is asking you because lots of people were never really used to the idea of a boy and a girl ever being best friends; for some reason, people assume they always end up dating and never talking to each other again.

“God, no. I love him, but I don’t love him like… I’d date him.” Your cheeks were fully flamed, and you weren’t so sure why you were so embarrassed to discuss this with Namjoon. All the times you had to clarify people on your relationship with Jungkook, you were almost disgusted and quick to reassure people that you two were nothing more than friends.

“Well, is there anyone you were willing to date?” Namjoon is pushing the boundaries here and he knows it very well. But he feels like he has gotten to know you well enough in the past few weeks to ask such a question.

“Not that… I know of really.” You try to remain composed when you respond to his question, but you feel his eyes burn into your soul, so you’re doing everything you can to avoid his stare. But Namjoon continues to stare right into you. He really can’t take his eyes off of you. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced what it’s like to be attracted to –” Just when you had mustered the confidence to look at him, he is quite literally staring so deeply into your eyes that it is taking your breath away.

He is making you eat your words right now; you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“You don’t know what it’s like to…?”

“I don’t what it’s like to be attracted to someone.” You sigh softly; your breath fanning him. “On the contrary, I don’t think anyone’s ever really been attracted to me.” A chuckle comes erupting from your mouth, shaking your head. “Fortunately, that’s not really my goal in high school.”

“You don’t know that.” He quips.

“I don’t know what?”

“If someone’s been attracted to you before.” You shake your head in disbelief, chewing on the inside of your cheek knowing fully well that he was doing this because he wanted to seem like a dick for not disagreeing with your self-deprecation.

“Well, what about you?” You pose the question to him. “From what I understand, most girls and guys I pass by swoon every time you pass by.” He is chuckling to himself this time and he is very much aware of his desirability among his classmates. “You have plenty of choices; I’m sure you have the opportunity to date someone you must really like at this very moment.”

“That’s what I’m hoping on. I’m just not quite sure how she feels about me.” You feel like you were unraveling his darkest secrets and you were happy he considered you close enough to reveal who it is or give an inkling to who it is.

“Do I know her by any chance?” You’re hoping that you can narrow down who he is interested in. Because you barely knew anybody, you knew this would be a piece of cake.

“Yes.” He replies simply and he is staring at you. “You know her very well, YN.” He sighs, hoping you would finally understand what he is alluding to.

“Is she in my grade?” You were really hoping that the answer would be no or else you’d be breaking some terrible news to Sena that evening after the football game.

Namjoon nods slowly and he can see how you are not picking up his hints. He sees the slight disappointment in your face for whatever reason. Suddenly, he is perplexed because, in his eyes, he has made it pretty clear who he was interested in from the get-go. Many people should make the assumption, too, considering there was only one person he had his eyes on – only one person he was giving his attention to.

“Is it… that girl in Guk’s class who –”

As you are trying to list out the girls in your class who has interacted with Namjoon, he is in complete disbelief that you have not figured it out at all. How much more clueless could you get? He is sighing now because is frustrated. He admires your persistence when it came to solving difficult word problems in calculus but it’s frustrating when you are unaware of his feelings for you.

Just when is about to confess his feelings for you, you are greeted with another presence calling for both your names.

“So, this is where you two have been.” Jungkook ambles hastily towards your table and you grin from ear to ear when he is taking out his algebra textbook. “YN, one last chance, please. I didn’t pass my last quiz which brought me one letter grade down and my dad’s going to make me quit track & field if I don’t –”

“I told you I’d help you over the weekend, dumbass. I’m busy getting shit done with Namjoon.” You breathe softly before he is hugging you on your side and you grunt at how much stronger he has gotten. “But you’re buying me coffee for a week.”

“Sick.” Jungkook simply replies before he begins unpacking some of his homework. “You excited for the football game, Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook queries and Namjoon is baffled because the moment is gone. One interruption from his next-door neighbor and the moment’s lost.

“Fuck yeah.” Namjoon replies and he sees that you’ve suddenly lost interest in the subject. You were subconsciously listening on their conversation while you are back to resolving the complicated word problem right in front of you. “Will you two be going to the game?”

“I’ll go, but YN won’t go because she hates crowds and, honestly, she doesn’t know how the game.” You exhale in response to Jungkook’s statements. Namjoon observes that you decide to move onto another problem, wanting to tackle the word problem at a different time. “Everyone you know will practically be there. Why not give it a shot?”

“We usually have half of the bleachers reserved for the student council since we’re in charge of tickets and concessions, so it won’t be that big of a crowd.” Namjoon attempts to entice you with modifications to appease your concerns. “Plus, we’d all get to hang out with each other; no homework, no calculus talk – just… us.”

Jungkook is stunned to see you agree.

The night was a lot more enjoyable than you thought it would be. Namjoon waived off the entrance fee for the game the moment he mentioned that you and Jungkook were volunteers. Taehyung was already on the field taking photographs of the football players and cheerleaders while Jimin took photographs of the students on the bleachers. You even passed by your own sister who was busy with her own group at the entrance entertaining friends, families, and alumni into the bleachers. Meanwhile, Namjoon was overseeing every single aspect of the event; he was mainly at the concessions, not wanting to create so much traffic around it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You offer your assistance before he notices that you have your hair all tied up. “I’ve washed my hands if that helps.” Namjoon can’t hide his smile and he offer you a pair of food safe gloves.

“I’m usually one to decline help, but we really need it. Let’s see – Yuqi really needs to go use the bathroom, so you can be in charge of the drinks and chips right now.” You take your station at the drinks and chips stations. It was going faster than you had expected; people ordered too fast or too slow – there was no in between. There were people who were very certain with their order which you appreciated. Then, there were the people who were very fickle with their order and you can’t help but stand awkwardly to wait for them to decide.

“I can’t believe you roped me into helping.” Jungkook grumbles under his breath. “Hey, I didn’t rope you into anything.” You take the five-dollar bill from the student and offer them back their change.

“Yeah, but you made me seem like a real asshole sitting there not helping.” You can’t help but laugh at Jungkook’s pout because you knew just how much he wanted to just spend his time on the bleachers, watching the game with his hyungs. But he was stuck here helping out the student council while most of them were on their bathroom breaks.

“Once someone’s back from their bathroom break, you can go back to your game.” You soothe him and the chaos outside the booth is starting to die down. Less and less people were coming because they’ve all satisfied their craving and the game was building up – it was pretty close, so you understand why Jungkook was in there sulking with you. When you turn to look at Namjoon, hoping to convince him to let Jungkook off the hook, you don’t see him there.

You look out the window to hear your sister’s pretentious giggle. She laughed so differently around him – acted so differently around him. He stood right next to her with the rest of the council members, giving them a big pep talk. She looked at him like he was an angel who fell from heaven. Their conversation ends and the rest of the council members disband except Sena and Namjoon. They are having a personal conversation and you can’t read mouths, but you can’t tear your eyes away from their beaming faces.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You clear your throat, speaking so softly so only Jungkook can hear you.

“I’m all ears.”

“Does – does Namjoon have a type?” You say out of curiosity. Jungkook raises a brow at you, curious as to what motivated you to ask the question.

“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never really heard hyung talk about any girls… or his type, to be honest.” He hums and he is staring at you stare at your sister and Namjoon. “Why’d you ask?”

“It’s… for Sena.” It was the truth, but your own curiosity was definitely a motivating factor. “She’s been obsessed with Namjoon since… as long as I can remember.” You breathe out, hoping no one else can eavesdrop on your conversation. “She’s been talking a lot about him more since she found out I knew him, y’know?”

“Huh,” Jungkook leans on the table and folds his arms. “Why doesn’t she just tell him?”

“Apparently, she needs some sort of confirmation that he thinks of her that way too, so she doesn’t make a fool of herself.”

“Why don’t you just ask him then?” Your silence is clearly something Jungkook wasn’t expecting because you never actually considered it once. “He’s a pretty easy-going guy; just ask him and he’ll be honest.”

“We’re not on that level of friendship yet, I guess.”

“Well, I consider you guys close enough to ask that kind of question.”

“Then, he’d just assume I’m being friends with him because my sister was using me.”

“Well, are you?”

“No.”

Your own answer stuns you almost. Just a couple weeks ago, you knew nothing of Namjoon and, suddenly, you are on a level of friendship where you think you can confide him in anything. Perhaps, now, you really understood why everyone obsessed over him; why everyone wanted to be friends with him, why everyone wanted to date him, why everyone just wanted to be noticed by him.

“Then, feel free to ask him yourself.”

You hadn’t really worked up the courage to talk to Namjoon about his dating life. You repeated to yourself that it wasn’t really a priority to delve into what goes on behind the scenes with Namjoon. You were in a consistent state of going to school, doing your homework, reading books, and retraining your body to try out for the swim team next semester.

But the time came when you got sick for an entire week and missed so much material, especially calculus material.

But you were eternally saved by Namjoon himself.

Namjoon had requested to drop off the homework sheets and printed copies of his notes over to you. Everything was so detailed, and you were impressed with how organized everything seemed to be. You didn’t know what motivated you to reach for your phone on your bed and dial in his number. Maybe you felt like it deserved a personal thanks rather than a typed one.

“YN?” His voice on the other line sounded so surprised and there was so much noise on the other end. “Give me a second.” He excuses before you hear him move to another location, somewhere much quieter.

“How many times do I have to thank you for being an absolute saint?” Your voice sounded so stuffed. The flu was getting to you really bad, but you were recovering well. But he chuckles into the receiver and you are flipping through each page he had printed before you fall onto your bed, sighing blissfully. “I’m serious, Joon. I’ll say it a million times if I have to.”

“You’ve pulled my weight when I was off doing council work so much. I’m sure if I got sick, you’d do the exact same thing. It’s what partners do.” Namjoon is smiling from ear to ear; he was glowing, and no one was there to really witness it. “I – um, did you see my note attached at the back?”

You are now flipping through the pages frantically until you see a handwritten sticky note that read: “We have a quiz on the Monday you come back. I’m free this weekend if you wanted to study with me.” And there was even a little smiley face attached to it and you are experiencing a whirlwind of emotions.

“You have got to be fucking with me.” You can feel the panic starting to bubble in the pits of your belly, but you were trying not to let it show. “You’ve already done so much for me. I can’t rob you of your weekend. It’s just – It’s just too much.”

“I’m happy to do it, Ace. I promise.” The guy deserved everything in the world because he was too generous for the world and you weren’t so sure what you did to deserve such kindness.

“Ace?”

He chuckles embarrassingly into the receiver, chewing on his cheeks. “I – uh, it’s a nickname. I hope you don’t mind.” Suddenly, butterflies erupt from your stomach and there is a glow on your cheeks that you are very much aware of and you are curling into your bed with a shit eating grin on your face.

“I – I like it.” You sigh and Namjoon leans on the wall as he observes the rest of his friends and council members enjoy slices of pizza, taking a well-deserved break from preparing for the pep rally event coming up next week.

“So, is that a yes to a study session this Saturday?”

“Yes.” Your voice is small and hesitant because it feels like you’re doing something wrong when you were just having a quiz session with your calculus partner.

“Great. My place or yours?”

Namjoon insisted on coming over to your place because you were still recovering. Coincidentally, your parents had the weekend trip away with your dad’s work colleague for a wine tasting event. You debated whether you wanted to tell Sena that Namjoon was going to be arriving in an hour, but you soon realize that she was out with her friend’s house for a movie night session.

You had the place all to yourself and you were relieved and frantic all at once.

You busied yourself the entire day to make yourself look decent; brushed hair, brushed teeth, clean face, and fresh clothes. You throw used tissues into trash bins, changed your sheets, and kicked all of your dirty laundry into your hamper that had fallen on the carpeted floors. As you are jogging downstairs, you discover you have no food in the fridge, so you’d probably have to order a pizza or something to share with Namjoon.

Immediately, you question why you are so desperate to make the place and yourself so presentable when this was a mere tutoring session with your calculus partner?

The doorbell ringing prompts you to peek through the peep hole and you see him; he is wearing a regular white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He has his hoodie thrown over his shoulder as he begins texting a message on his phone, waiting for you to open the door for him.

When you unlock the front door and open the door for him, you smile timidly at him.

“Hi,” You greet him nervously.

“Hey, Ace.” He waves before he examines how you look. Despite your red nose and tired eyes, he missed seeing your face for a week; he really did. You stood awkwardly fiddling with your fingers and he can sense just how anxious you are, so he decides to tread lightly. “May I come in?”

His tone is so polite which effectively allows you to open the door wider for him to enter. You are nodding and you close the door shut behind him, ensuring that you have locked them. “I – um, I can’t really offer you anything to eat since my parents are out of town, but we can order pizza, if you want. It’s what my sister and I usually do.”

“I’m more than okay with pizza.” He permits and you nod and begin walking to the living room. “Will we be working here?”

“We can work anywhere.” You announce. The conversation is so light, and you hate how quick yet reluctant you are to your responses. “I – I can get you a glass of water, if you’d like. I’ll just get my things from upstairs and bring them down to the living room.” You inform him and he nods as he is making himself comfortable on the couch.

You are scurrying off upstairs to go get your materials and catching your breath because you think you were holding your breath the entire time. You’re stalling because you’re making a check list of every single thing you need for downstairs to avoid seeing him or talking with him. Just when you are about to exit, you see him at the bottom of the stairs. He is examining each family portrait on the wall.

Your face is hot because you can only imagine how terrible you looked like a child, so you jog downstairs with your study materials to gain his attention. “I never really realized how much Sena looks like your dad.” Namjoon comments and you stop in your tracks, only to examine the portrait he is looking at. “Exact same nose and smile.”

You purse your lips into a thin line because you are reminded once again that he is probably only interested in getting to know Sena – there was always that possibility. You were so familiar with this feeling of discussing your sister with other people because – yes, she is absolutely beautiful and intelligent and there was no denying it.

“But you are like your mother.” He comments as he takes a closer look at your mom who seems to be so much more youthful. “The way she’s smiling here looks so much like the way you smile.” He describes and you allow him to explain more by staying silent. “When you smile, your nose kind of crinkles and the corners of your eyes creases and your dimples are a lot more –”

Your throat seizes because you’re flattered and aware that he has perfectly examined your appearance and all the features in what he sees. He grows silent and he is chuckling nervously, scratching the back of his hand to distract himself.

“Sorry that was… super random.” Namjoon clears his throat, and you are shaking your head before you point towards the living room.

“I – I’m ready now.”

Now, you’re desperately hoping Sena doesn’t come home too early from her friend’s house.

Hours have passed since Namjoon have gotten you caught up with all of the materials and have assisted you through last week’s homework sheets. Namjoon was impressed with how you can keep up despite your recovering condition. One minute, you were sneezing and wiping your nose clean and, the next minute, you have your lips pursed and brows furrowed as you are writing equations down on a separate piece of paper.

“I got a question for you.” Namjoon begins and you are still too busy piecing everything together for a specific word problem you wanted to master.

“Shoot.”

“Are you always this focused?” You are typing things into a calculator before you are erasing things on your paper and you turn to look at him, showing him the calculator.

“Is this the right answer?” You ignore his question for a moment.

He nods and you grin at him before you proceed onto the next word problem.

“If I’m a week’s worth of lessons behind, yes, I’m focused all the time.” Namjoon is shaking his head and he is in awe at how you are so quick at writing all the information; he notices how neat your handwriting is too. Namjoon checks his watch and realizes just how late it has been and he clears his throat as he looks out the window to see the sun has gone completely down.

“Will your sister be coming home tonight?” Namjoon notices that you stop writing – you stop solving the word problem that you are tackling because you, suddenly, realize that he is asking about your sister.

“She’s probably still at a friend’s house or something.” He senses the atmosphere has changed and you shift your mind back to the practice problem right in front of you. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason – well, I honestly thought she should be taking care of her recovering sister.” You snicker at his statement.

“She’s a great sister, but she’s not that great.” You quip, biting your tongue at how ridiculous he sounded. “I think we can all agree that she’s smart, charismatic, and ambitious. I will admit she’s a really considerate sister too, but she thinks caring for her ill sister is a parents’ job – not hers.”

“Okay, okay, I get it she’s amazing but not… amazing.” He raises his hands to surrender and his words coming out of his mouth urged you to inquire about his relationship with her.

“If you think she’s amazing, why don’t you date her?” The words came spilling out of your mouth uncontrollably. Maybe it was the meds, you thought. You see the grin disappear from Namjoon’s face into utter confusion and he tilts his head for further clarification. “What I mean is that… you’ve known her and worked with her for so long and she’s a great girl – I’m obviously really biased considering she’s my sister, but you two would make a… great couple.”

You didn’t believe that you were talking about this to Namjoon. You didn’t think you would have the guts to discuss this with him, but the opportunity came up and you took it. But you are faced with such an unfamiliar emotion. True discomfort arises at the pit of your stomach as Namjoon’s brows furrow together and he is shaking his head with the same boyish grin he always flaunted to the world.

“Ace, she’s great, but I… honestly see her as a friend.” He isn’t so sure how many times he’s reiterated those words before. Because little did you know, so many people have asked the exact same thing. Peers and colleagues in their class were very much aware of Sena’s not so little crush on Namjoon for quite some time.

“Well, I mean, isn’t that how all relationships really start? Becoming friends and then possibly developing feelings for each other? Most people always see each other as friends until one of them is aware of the others’ feelings, right?” Your tone was so quizzical. You were treating this conversation like it required rationale and logical reasoning to tackle the issue at hand.

But this wasn’t a problem the mind can solve.

“That’s the usual circumstance, yes.” He admits and he sees that you resume back to the worksheet. “But I’ve known Sena’s had a thing for me and, quite frankly, I’ve been interested in someone else for a while, remember?”

“Someone far more interesting than Sena?” You are in disbelief. You are trying to eliminate other people in school who is on the same social standing as your older sister. “That’s… not possible.” You breathe.

“You’re wrong.” You stop writing because you are retracing your steps on the word problem you are solving. He finds it so endearing how you can’t seem to understand that he is utterly into you, but you are so lost in numbers.

“No, don’t tell me, Joon. I’ve told you this hundreds of times –” You lift your head to look at him to accentuate your reminder; you didn’t want to know what you wrong, you wanted to solve the problem yourself unless you demanded the assistance yourself.

Normally, Namjoon would comply with your request. It was so rare for him to point out your mistake, but he figured this was the perfect time to do so.

“You’re so stubborn.” He breathes before he dives in.

You don’t complete your sentence. Because when you turn your head to look at him with pleading eyes, you are met with his pillowy petals on yours. Your cheeks heat instantaneously, and you can feel your heart leap from your chest.

His kisses were soft and slow. You don’t realize that he has already cupped your cheeks. You’ve never kissed anyone ever before but, for some reason, it was like you knew how to move your mouth against his. He was gentle but there was a certain control he possessed. You pull away momentarily to breathe and, suddenly, you feel the heat of his tongue swipe on your lower lip. A shuddered whimper leaves your mouth before you are regrettably pulling away from addiction.

“N – no, that’s not possible.” You’re still in denial from the events that occurred. “Sena – she’d be so… betrayed if she –” Your brain is glitching and it didn’t help that you can taste the mint of his lips on yours.

“Listen, Ace, for one moment stop thinking about Sena and answer me honestly.” Namjoon positions his body to look straight onto you. “Do you feel the same way I do or not?”

“I don’t – I don’t know.” You shrug before avoiding his eyes. “I – I shouldn’t like you.” You sigh defeated and you are covering your face. You were ashamed not because you like him, but because you didn’t understand what you were really feeling, and you didn’t understand what you wanted to do. “Why – why do you like me?”

“You’re hardworking and incredibly intelligent.”

“I know plenty of other girls who are… exactly the same.”

“Your tastes in book are impeccable. You’re selfless to a degree that I can’t quite comprehend. You keep to yourself, but when you speak your mind, it leaves a lasting impression. Listen, YN, I can keep going, but you can’t… keep doubting my feelings for you.” Namjoon justifies and it was a tough pill to swallow.

You were too stunned to say anything. Too many emotions flooding your brain and it took too long for it to process, so you remained expressionless. Namjoon found it incredibly difficult for him to read your face.

“Ace, it’s really hard to tell how you’re feeling right now.” He points out and you understand just how awkward you sat there; head spinning with so many things to say but very little coming out of your mouth.

“I – I don’t know what you want me to say.” You admit. “I’m not sure what you’re expecting out of me with a confession like this. If I don’t feel the same way, what would’ve happened? If I do feel the same way, what – what was I supposed to do?”

“Well, for starters, do you actually feel the same way as I do?”

“I – I do.” You croak to respond to his inquiry. “I – I don’t think I’ve ever admitted that to myself either, but… I think I like you.”

A wave of relief washed over Namjoon, but there’s a bit of relief for you too. It’s out in the open now, and you know that there’s nothing really you can do about it. There’s a very content grin plastered right across his handsome face, but it slowly transforms into a frown as he realizes that, despite your feelings for each other, nothing will change between the both of you.

“Namjoon, we can’t be anything more than friends.” You realize the unfortunate circumstances the both of you were in. “It’s not fair to my sister. I don’t think it’s very fair to make me choose between you and my sister. I – I don’t think it’s very fair that… you’re in this position.”

Your heart swelled just moments ago, and you can feel it crumble into pieces as the words come spilling out of your lips.

“I understand.” He agrees softly and you perk up at his acquiescence. “I’m not going to force you to be in that position, Ace.” The reassurance softens your tense form, and his fingers cradle your chin, lifting up to be at eye level with you.

“But when you’re ready to reconsider... us, I’ll be waiting.”

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cowboy like me

summary: a bad day for Bucky, a splendid week for the woman. mixed feelings and memories of a stormy past prevent Bucky from giving voice to his true feelings. (I'm really sorry I'm so bad at summary's)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2k or so.

warnings: poor bucky letting his feelings get the better of him and saying mean things from time to time, sorry bout that. oh, and I wrote this in the third person, I don't know if that's a warning but still. and last but not least, English is not my native language so I apologise in advance for any mistakes.

also, the title of this and the part of the song quoted below only inspired the setting of this one-shot. the "plot" is independent of the theme song. I just have a bunch of taylor's songs that inspires me scenarios like this with independent plots, it's like a hobby. and ALSO, this is my first fic in here, and I really hope to do more parts in the future, especially when this semester is over. so, I hope you like it!

you're a bandit like me eyes full of stars hustling for the good life

It had not rained like this for quite some time. Lightning echoed in every part of the city and the drops were crashing against the window glass with the speed of a Maserati on a winding road; the sky was dark even though it was only four o'clock in the afternoon. Inside the room, the atmosphere was warm and comfortable, one of the reasons she stopped by at least five times a week. However, a few minutes before the downpour began, the whole atmosphere had turned so grey that for a moment it seemed as if the clouds were bringing a bad omen...

But no, it was only him.

The man who always sat next to her in the cafeteria to use one of the computers that the café provided as a service.

Besides the sound of the bell above the door and his soaked boots, it was his exasperated sigh that caught her attention before she looked away from her laptop screen.

His hair fell over his forehead with a few raindrops slipping from his forehead and temples, until they were lost under his jawline and mingling in the cotton of his shirt. The frown he kept on his face did not disappear as he tried, very unsuccessfully, to dry his clothes by shaking them slightly.

He would definitely do anything to keep that leather jacket and gloves on.

The smell of coffee and the hustle and bustle of the room contrasted with the calm but resignedly helpless attitude of the man who was running his hands heavily over his trousers as if they were a portable hairdryer.

Michael, one of the waiters who occasionally gave them ham and cheese croissants on Saturdays when they were both there, approached the sulking man and, seconds later, they both disappeared into the kitchen behind the till.

The screen of her mobile phone lit up as she tried to refocus on the reading she had to do.

Betty: I still don't understand how not wanting to visit your abusive dad in hospital is an important topic of conversation in a counselling session. I mean, the words abusive father say it all.

Tell me you're on my side.

Me: I still think you should change your psychologist.

Betty: I know! But at that clinic it's 30% cheaper than getting a private one. But, I already have a solution, next week I'll...

The squeak of the chair next to her being dragged startled her and her mobile phone almost flew out of her hands. The grumpy man, now a little drier, dropped the weight of his giant body on the poor chair so that it squeaked as if complaining about the man's rudeness. He stared at the computer screen on as if it held the solution to all his problems.

“Bad day?”

“Just an unfortunate string of inconveniences since I opened my eyes this morning,” he commented seriously and gravely as he began to move his hands over the keyboard. He hadn't looked at her when he spoke, which was not unusual, but at the moment it felt inappropriate, “Nothing I'm not used to.”

The woman turned her head to look at the twenty-seven pages she still had to read, and it seemed too tedious a thing to spend her time on now that Bucky had arrived.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I'm going to apply for a job at a daycare, maybe I could start practicing with you.”

Bucky faked a laugh, rather bitter and strained the kind she was used to hearing, “Very funny,” he said, his gaze dark and fixed on the screen.

“Sometimes you laugh at my jokes.”

“When they're funny,” he blurted out as soon as she finished speaking, instantly regretting it but not showing it in his body language.

“Hey! Don't hurt my feelings like that. What happened with your therapist? If you want to talk about it, sure.”

She watched his body tense and how he made no attempt to hide the bitter expression on his face as soon as the word "therapist" left her mouth. The woman thought she'd made a poor choice of words, yet Bucky felt unsettled by how strangely easily she seemed to be able to read his attitudes. Since when had she started doing such things? Had she always been that way? Had he let his guard down that much these past few weeks?

“Just... trouble, in general,” he pronounced her name with feigned gentleness, sending a shiver down her spine. Had he noticed by now? So soon? She thought, hastily.

“Okay,” she mumbled, trying to keep her composure as her mind worked at full speed, “I understand if you don't want to talk about it.”

No, he couldn't have noticed. Regardless of how damaged and broken she was inside, she knew that wasn't something Bucky paid the most detailed attention to. And, even if that were the case, there wasn't a person on the planet who knew her better than he did at this point, so if he wanted to walk away and leave her to not deal with her problems and constant chatter, he would have done so long ago.

Bucky sighed deeply, the movement of his chest aching from the lump in his throat. His hands moved on automatic over the keyboard, digging into things he already knew, spending the time just trying to divert the train of thought that wouldn't leave him alone. Anyway, is it really so bad for someone to know me like that? He thought, as the woman returned to her reading, it's not bad to be vulnerable once in a while, she's not going to hurt me. I know, I know.

Then why does it scare me so much?

His hands clasped as a third presence appeared between them. Michael, with a giant grin on his face, set two medium-sized cups of coffee on the small table they shared in front of the window. The woman's, with milk and sweetened with vanilla, as she always asked for. Bucky's, black, plain and cold, the way he always drank it.

The girl sitting next to him and the barista shared a couple of words in a conversation that seemed to be too funny, because she kept laughing. Why did he find her laughter annoying? Was it because it was too loud, or because it sounded too high-pitched unlike her normal laughter? When she laughed with Bucky, her tone was softer, gravelly, delicate and jovial. He couldn't describe the sensation that burned in his chest every time her eyes narrowed at her smile, or every time she brought her right hand to her chest, over her heart, as if she couldn't bear to laugh anymore, but at the same time holding back the pain in her cheeks so she wouldn't stop.

Michael didn't get that. No, he wasn't getting what Bucky was.

“Bucky?”

Her chuckling voice disconnected him from the bizarre conjectures in his mind, and he turned his eyes to her. She was looking at him with a rueful smile and her cheeks were too flushed.

“Are you all right?”

The aforementioned reveled in the sight that was plastered in front of him, with her sparkling eyes and the way her lips curved, before replying, “Yeah, all good.”

When he noticed Michael was still there, his shoulders tensed and quickly his gaze refocused on the sea of words displayed on the screen in front of him.

“You're too stiff,” he heard the woman's voice again a few seconds later, “Are you sure you don't want to do something to distract yourself? There are a lot of things coming to mind right now.”

Bucky turned to look at her with a frown.

“What things?”

“Um, last week you told me you've never played twenty questions before.”

The man arched an eyebrow, intrigued by how his mind played him, but quickly replied, “Do I look like the kind of person who plays the twenty questions?”

“Not really, but that day you told me you were willing to try it if I played it with you.”

Bucky was silent for a few seconds.

“I don't remember saying that.”

“Sometimes you don't remember a lot of things for convenience, Barnes,” she teased innocently, but Bucky knew what that meant: you're always evading me when I'm trying to help you.

And well, it was true.

“I imagine you don't remember Sam's invitation to you three days ago either.”

“What invitation?” he played distracted, as he pretended to vehemently read what he'd Googled.

“He asked you to join him to watch a game at the bar two blocks from your flat.”

Bucky hummed as he pretended to think about what he'd just heard, even though he remembered it perfectly. And he knew that earlier in the day he'd left it on hold, which was a clear and express no, but he hadn't said that to the woman who was now staring at him.

“I don't like football.”

The woman let out a snort of exasperation.

“This is why you have no friends, Bucky.”

“I could say the same about you.”

Bucky knew it was a joke. She'd said things like that to him before and it had never bothered him; he knew she didn't mean it in a derogatory way or to make fun of him. She would never do that. But subconsciously, he couldn't stop his mouth from blurting out the words he didn't want to say; words he would never have thought to say to her.

“I know you've had a bad day, Buck,” she spoke again after a few seconds, “But I just want to distract you.”

“I don't need your help, I can manage on my own.”

“Okay, let's just... change the subject, shall we?”

Bucky pursed his lips, but didn't dare connect their gazes.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's okay," she mused, and didn't speak again until a couple of seconds later, “How was your date?”

He gave a small smile before saying, “I'm sure you waited for a reasonable amount of time so you could satiate your curiosity.”

The woman let out a laugh, the kind that had the ability to calm Bucky's countenance for a few moments, before replying, “It's just that ever since I met you I didn't think I'd ever see you going on a real date.”

“And you probably won't again.”

“That's how bad it went?”

Bucky twisted his mouth, only remembering the image in the background of his neighbour's flat.

“It could have been worse.”

“Maybe we're just not cut out for dating.”

After a long moment, Bucky turned his head to watch her pursed lips. Her expression seemed downcast, but she pulled herself together quickly when she felt his gaze on her.

“What we've done or who we've been in the past, doesn't define what we can do or be now,” he reminded her of the words she always said to him when he felt he didn't deserve something good, and watched her nod at his words with a small smile, “Don't torment yourself thinking about it, neither of us had a choice.”

“I could tell you the same thing.”

Bucky smiled, sincerely, and for the first time since he had awoken that morning.

“I apply the philosophy you preach perfectly, I'm a great disciple.”

She elongated a sarcastic laugh that widened Bucky's grin. What was it about her that drew you in and bewitched you like that?

“In a trauma contest, you'd take first place, Barnes.”

“We'd be tied, you mean.”

The woman smiled at him, and between their looks, they both knew they were only hiding the truth behind the humour. Bucky didn't often do it, but since he'd met her, and considering that was something she often did -using humour to cover up the truth she'd rather not accept, or simply to hide the pain-, he'd gotten such a habit of doing it every so often that even his therapist was a little put out the first time he joked about one of his traumas in front of her. It was a very strange scenario that was never repeated.

“I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier,” Bucky took the floor again, a little more relaxed than when he'd arrived soaking wet in the cafeteria, “It's just... I killed my neighbour's son.”

“No,” she replied quickly and firmly, as she did every time a similar topic came up in their conversations, “It was the Winter Soldier. It was a person they created to control and disenfranchise, that wasn't you. It wasn't the Bucky I know. I'm sorry to hear that, but... it wasn't your fault, I know that whatever they did for your mind was always rejected by your body, even if you couldn't control it.”

The man half-opened his lips, wanting to say something, wanting to give voice to the jumble of thoughts concurring in his mind, but nothing managed to come out other than incoherent babbling.

“I... I don't know how to tell him.”

“You really want to?”

Bucky nodded, looking into the woman's shining, understanding eyes as she brought one of her hands up to cradle the side of his face.

“Then you'll find a way. Don't push yourself.”

He rested his right hand on the hand the woman held on his cheek, and leaned his head slightly into her touch. Although the stress and tension did not disappear completely, it did give way to a relaxing and lively sense of calm and stillness. Bucky didn't know if she had done it on purpose or not, but her words, though few, brought back a harmonic undertone he hadn't allowed himself to return to in a long time.

Then you'll find a way.

Don't push yourself.

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steves-on-a-plane · 3 years

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For Frosting & Feelings

Written for: @star-spangled-bingo 2021! Words: 1384 Square Filled: Bakery AU Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: None, E for everyone! Summary: Bucky and Reader are rival bakers getting ready for their town’s yearly baking competition. When Bucky stops in for some pre-game taunting he learns that Reader, who is typically over prepared, might not get to compete at all due to staffing errors and supply shortages. Reader believes his support is purely self motivated but decides to play along to see how things pan out.

“It’s all right everyone, you can hold your applause.” James Barnes announced as he sauntered into your bakery. James owned a small patisserie on the other side of town. He also happened to be your biggest and most successful rival. He was no doubt stopping by to brag about his entry for the town’s cake decorating contest or worse he may want to share some other victory of a contest you’d yet to know about.

“Don’t worry, no one was clapping.” You snapped back.

“Ohh, someone’s sounding a little icy.” He teased, walking up to the counter.

“What do you want James?” You huffed. You cashed out the customer who’d been in line in front of him and waited for his answer.

“I would like to know how your plans are going for the Cake Off tomorrow and I want to sample your croissants. One with Ham and Cheese please.” He winked.

“The very same croissants you accused of always making too dry, yet still order every time you come in?” You questioned, ringing up his total.

“[Y/N, it’s no fun teasing you if you’re not going to fight back.” He frowned. “Everything okay?” He asked. You stared at him, not sure if he was being genuine. “I mean it.” He insisted, paying his bill. “You don’t seem yourself.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, things are very much not okay.” You confessed in a brief moment of weakness. You turned away and began prepping his order so that you didn’t have to see the gloating smirk that was no doubt now plastered on his face. “The supplies I needed for the Bake off have been delayed because of the snow. The delivery company won’t bring me anything until Monday. Even though we’re actually not even getting snow anymore. The supply company can’t send a rush order with a different delivery company because even if they did, the order wouldn’t make it here till Tuesday the earliest. I could go to the nearest wholesale club and get some of the things I need but that would require my staff to actually show up for their jobs instead of calling out sick the night before the biggest competition of the year.” You put James’ sandwich in the toaster oven and turned back to look at him. “So, you can start writing your victory speech now. Looks like the Cake-Off is yours for the second year in a row.”

“How much stuff are you missing?” He asked. “My place isn’t too far…”

“And why would I accept supplies from you?” You asked.

“Because you need them.” He laughed.

“Why would you want to help me?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“I already told you it’s no fun for me without someone to compete against. There are over a dozen bakeries in this town, but every year the final competition always comes down to you and I. If there’s no challenge in the victory, I don’t want it.” He shrugged. “So I’d like to supply you with whatever you need for the bake off and you can pay me back by giving me some actual competition. Deal?” He extended his hand for you to shake.

You stared at it scrupulously. This was really your own chance to have a hope of being ready for the competition in time tomorrow. You needed those supplies and you both knew it. It had been announced that this year’s winner would get the contract for the incoming mayor’s inauguration after party. That meant not just a cake order, but desserts and possibly hors d’oeuvres. You wanted that contract, but accepting his offer also meant owing James a favor. You weren’t sure you were ready to commit to that.

“Fine.” You sighed. You accepted his extended hand and gave it a brief shake.

“Great!” He smiled. “You can just make me a list of everything you need and I’ll take my croissant to go.”

An hour later the buzzer rang for your back door. You opened it, surprised to see James standing there in just a white sleeveless shirt, with a five-pound bag of flour slung over his shoulder. You couldn’t help but notice the muscles on his right arm which were flexed from holding the bag.

“Are you going to invite me in, [Y/N]?” He chuckled. “It’s cold out here.”

“I uh, yes.” You nodded, stepping aside. “What happened to the shirt you were wearing earlier.

“I was sweating through it in my kitchen while I was gathering everything up. I was halfway here when I realized I’d left it. It’s a cute little set up you’ve got back here.” He commented, his eyes scanning the kitchen. Cute. You knew he was purposefully teasing you about the size of your kitchen. He’d already admitted that he was trying to get a rise out of you.

“I guess this is your first time being in here.” You said, trying to respond neutrally.

“It’s my first time being invited in.” He replied. “Don’t get me wrong, I designed my kitchen myself so it’s perfect, but there are days where I wish I had something more…intimate like this. Hang on, are you the only one here?”

“No, you’re here too.” You quipped.

“ha-ha. I meant where are your employees?” He asked.

“I already told you they called out. I had five people scheduled today between front and back of house and only one person showed up. My front of house manager. You met her when you came in.” You told him.

“Let me get this straight, you have to do this who cake by yourself? How are you going to finish it in time?” He wanted to know.

“I’ll have to stay up all night I guess.” You shrugged.

“[Y/N], we’ve been friends for years, I’ve seen the designs you come up with. There’s no way you can do all that work by yourself.” He commented.

“You like competition, I like bad odds.” You countered. “And since when are we friends?”

“Since three years ago, when you rescued me at the county fair pie eating competition. I thought we were supposed to each make a dozen pies but it was two. You showed up with three and a half dozen, just in case someone didn’t have enough. Do you remember?” He chuckled.

“It was a pie eating competition, the mayor had put you and I in charge of making sure there were enough pies. It would have looked bad on both of us if even one bakery was short a few.” You said. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”

“Well, I did.” He confessed. “I also remember that time you nearly fed the soon-to-be mayor’s daughter peanuts despite the fact that she was death allergic.”

“The man ordered a peanut butter and chocolate cake for her birthday. Why would he do that if she was allergic? I had no idea, thankfully you stopped in the morning before I started making it so I could call and correct the problem. What about the time you hired that guy, the one who ate half your order…”

“Gene!” He remembered suddenly. “I almost forgot about Gene. Couldn’t believe he’d managed to eat six eclairs on the way to that fundraiser. You bailed me out by meeting me in that dark parking lot and we snuck six of your eclairs onto the tray. No one noticed.”

“I assume my six received higher praise than the others.” You laughed.

“I honestly think the guests were all too drunk to notice.” An awkward silence settled into the air between the two of you. “Maybe we’ve been doing this all wrong…” He added quietly.

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“I mean we’re better together. We’ve been helping each other out for years. Maybe this year we go into the competition together. With my flavor profiles and your designs? There’s not a single bakery out there that could take us on together.” He insisted.

“I don’t know, James…”

“Bucky.” He interrupted you. “My friends call me Bucky.” We are friends after all, aren’t we?” He took a step closer to you, almost daring you to take the next step. You stepped towards him, not answering his question. “Of course, we could be more than friends…” He added edging closer to you.

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thegayagenda-forkids · 5 years

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Magical

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Prequel

“Cyrus, you need to calm the hell down,” Buffy said. “I can’t be chasing you around to try and get this tie straight.”

“Buffy!”

“If there’s going to be only one thing about you that’s was going to be straight, it’s going to be this tie,” she said. “Sit the fuck down.”

“Am I not allowed to be nervous today?” He said sitting down.

“Nope,” Andi said. “Especially when I’m fixing this manufacturing flaw on your jacket pocket.”

“What do you mean I’m not allowed to be nervous today?! This is exactly the kind of day I should be nervous for!”

“You shouldn’t” Buffy said, fixing his tie and the clip. “Because Andi and I have gone over this ten thousand times with a fine toothed combed...the kind of comb you use on lice, even. You’re not allowed to be nervous.”

“Well how do you guys expect me to calm down without going into a panic attack first?” He said wringing his hands. “I was so busy with my second semester finals I barely paid attention to planning all this.”

“Which is why Buffy and I took over some of the aspects we specialize in,” Andi said, fixing the hole. “If you want to calm down,” she said. “Why not remember what exactly got us all here?” She inspected the jacket and had Cyrus’s stand to put the jacket on him and inspect it for any other flaws, and started fixing him up before working on the flowers that would be his boutonnières of sorts.

“That day?”

“Yes, the day from about a year ago?” Buffy said. “Our graduation trip.”

“Oh...that day,” Cyrus couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

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“Come on guys! We’re here at Disney World!” Cyrus was jumping up and down and T.J. was holding his hand. “How are you guys so tired?”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t driven yet on this road trip,” Buffy said, yawning slightly and getting off the monorail and to the gates of Magic Kingdom. “And I thought we should have done Epcot first.”

“We’re here for ten days!” Cyrus said. “Because T.J.’s cousin works here and got us ridiculously good discounts! And we’re even staying in pretty sweet rooms.”

“Rooms one could even say are...docious magocious?” T.J. said with a shit eating grin, and Jonah groaned.

“I haven’t said that since seventh grade!” He said. “But yeah, they’re pretty cool rooms. Though it’s weird being all alone.”

“Did you really want to be in a room with a couple?” Andi asked him.

“Nope, especially since one of those couples is both of my ex-girlfriends,” he said.

They flashed him a grin and Amber kissed Andi’s cheek.

“Awww, cute,” Marty said, yawning as they passed through the gate. “But I think before anything, we stop by the Starbucks? It’s called Main Street Bakery on the map.”

“How about Cyrus and I wait in line for the Mickey and Minnie meet and greet while you guys grab coffee for us all?” T.J. suggested. “That way we get a big wait time out of the way and we get that picture done first before we get all hot and sweaty from the Florida sun?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jonah said and they split up, T.J. and Cyrus heading to The Main Street Theater for the meet and greet and the rest going to The Bakery. Once they were in line, T.J. pulled out his phone and started texting.

“Wow, really? You’re addicted,” Cyrus teased.

“I’m telling the others our drink order,” He said. “Iced grande skim milk light ice white mocha with two pumps of vanilla and a cheese danish for you, right?” T.J. was texting the group the drink orders, that was true, but what Cyrus didn’t know at the time was that he was also texting them some very specific instructions.

“You know me too well Thel,” he said smiling. “And you’re getting the venti salted cream cold foam cold brew,” he said. “With a ham and cheese croissant.”

“You forgot to add the vanilla,” he teased.

“Oh no, the horrors,” Cyrus rolled his eyes. “I’m no longer a worthy boyfriend I should just go, leave, never see you again…”

“And stop being so melodramatic?” T.J. said putting his phone away and taking his hand.

“You like my drama. You said it makes life fun...even when you couldn’t be more stressed out, like you were during your “trial” in middle school?”

“I didn’t know the maximum punishment was lunch detention!”

“Yeah...good thing I served it with you.”

“When you discovered for the first time I could play piano?”

“Piano that you later taught me…”

“Attempted to teach you. You still misuse the hell out of the una corda pedal.”

“It’s the pedal that makes it sound pretty! I love that pedal.”

“You love a lot of things,” T.J. teased pulling Cyrus closer.

“You’re one of those things. Are you sure you’re going to complain?”

“Not in the slightest,” T.J. said, pulling him in and kissing him right when the rest of the group cleared their throats.

“Your drinks your royal dorkusess?” Buffy handed Cyrus the cold brew and T.J. the white mocha, which they took and immediately swapped.

“If you mess up the next thing to give up, I’ll know you’re not really my friend,” Cyrus said.

“Don’t worry, I know you keep kosher style,” she said, handing Cyrus the cheese danish.

“Good,” he said taking a bite. “At least you’re somewhat my friend.”

“God I wish you loved me as much as you love him,” Marty teased her.

“Maybe one day.”I officially stopped carrying him around though. That’s T.J.’s job now.” There was a twinkle in her eye as she said that. Nobody noticed Amber separating from the group and going to the Cast Member at the door and whispering something in her ear before she went back to the group. The Cast Member took out her radio and called over her coordiator.

Seconds later, a man in a blue shirt and a name tag that said Tom from Kissimmee, FL came up to them. “Hey guys, Mickey and Minnie noticed you guys in the crowd and wanted to give you a special tour of their theater.”

“Whoa…really?”Cyrus said, looking around excited.

“Yeah...sometimes Mickey and his representative Cast Members like to make a bit of a magical moment for our guests,” he said. He gestured to the girl at the door.

“You guys were really cute in line,” she justified.

“Come with me please.” Tom led the group through a different door and they went through a different little area before he opened the door to an empty room with Mickey and Minnie looking over and waving at them. Cyrus immediately went up to hug them and T.J. handed his phone to the cast member at next to the photographer. Both men at the front of the room were snapping pictures while T.J. and Cyrus hugged the mice. Mickey went to gesture for the rest of the group to join them when they held out a single finger, saying ‘wait a minute.’

“Guys!” Cyrus started but T.J. took his hand. “Hey, I just wanted to say...Mickey, Minnie, you two seem to make each other’s lives quite magical, right?” Both mice did giggling gestures and hugged each other. Cyrus looked around with wide eyes and looked at his friends who did their best to look surprised. Only half of them were convincing.

“Well, this man right here is Cyrus Goodman,” he said introducing him to Mickey and Minnie. “I think he’s made my life ridiculously magical. I used to be...well...not a good person. This guy helped me change...find acceptance within myself...stop being afraid...overall just made me a better person.”

“Teej….?” Cyrus’s voice rose several octaves.

“Which is why I want to keep improving with him forever.” He pulled out the box from his pocket and got down on one knee. The idiot group of friends started squealing with excitement and even the cast members were getting in on the happy squeals. Cyrus was blushing, half laughing and half crying, covering his face and looking away. Mickey and Minnie were jumping and stomping excitedly. “Cyrus...will you be my happily ever after?”

“You…” Cyrus was laughing and crying. “You’re such a jerk! You stole my moment!” Now everyone looked confused and Cyrus pulled out a box from his pocket. “I was going to do it in front of the Cinderella castle! And ask you if you’d make my dreams come true!”

Everyone lost their minds then as T.J. started laughing and crying as well and pulled Cyrus down for a kiss, both of them clumsily exchanging the rings. A cast member came back with two purple buttons and seeing the scene, took out a sharpie and wrote on one, “I said yes!” and on the other, “I also said yes!”

“We’re still getting the Cinderella castle pictures,” Cyrus said as everyone joined in for hugs and congratulations.

“You’re getting all the pictures you want,” the photographer said. “Your vacation pictures are on me.” The two mice raised their hands. “And on Mickey and Minnie.”

The two men put on their buttons and kissed each other again.

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“You guys had the perfect engagement,” Andi sighed dreamily. “I wonder if mine is going to look like that.”

“Well, all you have to do is read each other’s minds without realizing it,” he said, looking down at his light green tie. He chose the colors to match T.J.’s eyes, even coordinating the bridesmaids dresses to match him. “And then have me and Buffy as your “Best People” like I have you two.”

“Speaking of being best people,” Buffy said. “Your flowers are done, your jacket is done, and guess what?”

“What?”

“You look perfect,” she said smiling and kissed the top of his head in a big sister sort of way.

Cyrus was smiling wide and he could barely control his breathing. “How much longer?”

“Five minutes,” Andi said. “Your mom and stepmom are just outside the door, waiting for you.”

“Then…here we are…” he said and he hugged his best friends. “I love both of you.”

“We love you too,” Buffy said, hugging him back with Andi, resting their heads on his shoulder. “T.J. is going to love his first look.”

“I think I am too,” he said. “You two are supposed to go before me anyways.

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T.J. had gone down first with his mother, Bowie and Jonah playing them down the aisle. Then Andi and Amber walked down together, followed by Buffy and Marty. Amber and Marty separated and went to T.J.’s side while Amber and Buffy took their place on the other side, smiling as they were all under the chuppah, or more accurately T.J. was under the chuppah with the officiant who specialized in doing Jewish and Catholic mixed ceremonies and the others stood slightly to the side.

Jonah and Bowie changed the music when Cyrus started coming down, and T.J. smiled wider than he even thought possible, even wider than when Cyrus had pulled out his own ring in front of Mickey and Minnie. And if Cyrus’s cheeks were already hurting before the ceremony, they were going to rip apart out of the sheer glee of seeing the man he loved standing in front of him, in a black tux with a green tie and boutonnières, looking at him like there was nothing in the world other than the two of them.

At the front, Cyrus hugged his stepmother and then his mother before going to the front, taking T.J.’s hands and hoping that his yarmulke wasn’t crooked. T.J.’s certainly didn’t look crooked from where he was standing, but T.J. could be wearing his on his nose and Cyrus would still think it looked perfect.

T.J. looked at their hands and had to stop and remind himself that there were procedures he had to go through before he could take Cyrus and run away with him, no matter how tempted he was at that moment.

He barely paid attention to the Bible verses his family read out and the blessings Cyrus’s ridiculously huge family paid them, the entire time just staring at Cyrus’s eyes waiting for his moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the officiant said. “And now it’s time to exchange vows. T.J.?”

He nodded and looked over at the officiant for a second before looking back at his fiancé. He loved that word for the past year, but he was about to upgrade. “Cyrus Goodman…” he took a breath and laughed nervously. “What can I say? It started with a chocolate chocolate chip muffin...and Buffy refusing to help me unless I helped you,” he chuckled and Buffy nodded approvingly. “I was...no mincing words, I was a total jerk back then. A bad person...you’re the first person who saw the good in me trying to come out, and you helped me by talking me through a learning disability, helping me work out my feelings on a swing, letting me teach you how to do a somersault...and you influenced me to do the right thing when I encountered horrible situations, like Reed and the gun back in middle school. You helped me come out not only to everyone here, but to myself, by just being yourself. My biggest fear since I met you was losing you. You were one of the best things in my life...and I can’t wait until this is over and you can officially be the best thing I can brag about to everyone I meet, because I really am ridiculously excited to show off my husband.”

Everyone clapped politely and Cyrus had to wipe away tears. “How am I gonna top that?” He said with a little laugh. “Can I say it?” T.J. looked around thankful they had a small ceremony and that he was mostly over his insecurities and nodded. “Thelonious Jagger Kippen...god I love that name…” Andi and Buffy quickly looked at each other with wide eyes. THAT’S WHAT IT STOOD FOR?!!! “Thelonious...You say I helped you be a good person, but you helped me become a braver version of myself. You helped me tackle each one of my silly little fears, like swinging higher, doing a somersault...dirt biking?! Whoever thought I would get on one of those things?!” He laughed a little. “And I can’t wait to see what else lies in store for us...how else you’ll make me braver as we keep going. I loved presenting you as my boyfriend, I was overjoyed this past year when I introduced you as my fiancé...and now that I can brag about my husband...you’re never gonna hear me shut up again.”

“And I hope I never do,” he said gently.

“Cyrus Goodman, do you take this man to love and to hold, to honor and cherish, in sickness and health, til death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Thelonious Jagger Kippen, do you take this man to love and to hold, to honor and cherish, in sickness and health, til death do you part?”

“I do.” He said. “I’d be dumb not to…”

“Then by the power vested in me by the government of the United States, I now pronounce you two married. You may now kiss the groom.” They rushed over and kissed while everyone cheered. A covered glass was placed at the ground and Cyrus stepped on it hard, shattering it while everyone cheered and congratulated them.

“Time to enjoy the reception, Mr. Goodman-Kippen,” Cyrus said.

“Time to enjoy the rest of our lives, Mr. Goodman-Kippen.” T.J. said smiling.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones smiling like idiots, and they gave Marty their blessing to steal the scene after their first dance to get down on one knee himself. They shared an anniversary after all, what’s one more thing?

And just in Disney tradition, they lived happily ever after…

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janaikam · 4 years

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I Know What You Did Last Year Part 2

Summary: When a girl from Lila’s past starts attending Dupont, secrets get revealed that could change the class dynamic.

AO3. FFnet.

Part 2/?

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By the time lunch rolled around, Vee was exhausted. On top of trying to understand what the teachers were saying, the wicked witch of the west kept purposefully doing things to get to her. Vee wouldn’t have been surprised if the brunette had already started spreading rumors behind her back.

Vee walked outside to sit on the front steps of the school to eat her lunch. Since it was starting to get cold outside, most students choose to eat in the cafeteria as opposed to outside, so Vee was alone. She took out the ham and cheese sandwich her mom made for her this morning and took a bite from the sandwich staring across the street at the nearby park. It’d be pointless if I tried to eat with the others in my class. Lila’s probably got them all wrapped around her little finger.

Vee was so wrapped up in her thoughts about Lila that she didn’t notice the person behind her until they spoke up. “Um, hello.” The unexpected voice caused Vee to jump. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Vee turned to see a slightly red Marinette standing on the step above her. “I’m Marinette. Though you probably already knew that from class, the one we’re both in and wow I’m rambling. Sorry about that”

“Oh no, you’re fine. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be outside.” Vee said turning back to look at the park. “Uh, would you like to join me?” Marinette smiled warmly and took a seat next to her on the step. Vee continued to munch on her sandwich, watching Marinette pull out a croissant from her pink book bag.

“So, Vee right?” Vee nodded in response. “I’m a bit curious because of your reaction in class. Do you and Lila know each other?” Vee paused in the middle of taking a bite out of her sandwich and grimaced. “Unfortunately, I do.” Vee sighs. “My...relationship with Lila is something I’d rather not discuss though. Ah..too many bad memories”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you,” Marinette responds quickly.

“It’s alright. I mean it’s not like you know anything about me or what I’ve been through. But ah enough about that.” Don’t make this awkward say something “Uhh, so how’s the weather?” NOT THAT!! “Wait...don’t answer that...ughhhh” Vee buries her red face into her hands. “Gosh, I’m really bad when it comes to talking.”

“It’s okay I get all tongue-tied too when I’m around Adr- I mean when I’m super nervous, which I am totally not right now. Hehe,” Marinette’s face started to heat up again. In an attempt to hide her embarrassment, she buries her head in her hands

“Uhh...how about we start over? I’m Vee.” Vee holds out her hand towards Marinette. “Marinette” Marinette shakes Vee’s hand.

“So Vee what do you like to do?” Marinette asks while pulling out her own lunch from her bag. “I’m really into photography. Ever since I was young I’ve just always wanted to capture the beauty the world has to offer. Like that park over there, there’s just so much in it that I want to photograph. The mom playing with her kids or the butterflies just flying by.” Dang it, Vee you said too much. Vee stares at her sandwich a bit nervous at what Marinette has to say. Most people tended to make fun of her because they thought that photography was lame.

“That’s really awesome.” Marinette is staring in awe at Vee when Vee glances up at her. “You have a passion for your art and that’s incredible. How about after school I show you the art room?”

“The art room?” Vee questions. “Yeah, the art teacher here opens his room up whenever he doesn’t have a class, so students can come in and do art projects. I love going in there for inspiration for my designs.” Marinette responds smiling brightly.

“Yeah, I’d love to see that,” Maybe things won’t be so bad here, Vee thinks to herself.

As the two girls continue talking and eating their lunch, a pair of split-pea-soup green eyes watch the pair from behind the front doors of the school. “Those goody-two-shoes could ruin everything,” Lila mutters scowling to herself.

“Hey, Lila! Are you spying on Marinette and the new girl?” Immediately Lila turns her scowl into a fake smile, turning to see Alya walking towards her. “Oh, it’s not like that,” Lila starts biting her lip faking nervousness. “You see I know the new girl and well back in Italy, she wasn’t very nice to me or others. I’m afraid she might be taking advantage of Marinette’s kindness by pretending to be her friend and well I wanted to warn her but…”

“Marinette doesn’t like you all that much.” Alya finishes with a sigh. “I get it. I’ll warn Marinette about her for you.”

“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Alya! It means the world to me.” Lila watched as Alya went and joined the two girls on the steps. Lila could feel the tension in the air smirking to herself. “Well, that was just too easy,” Lila comments walking away from the door.

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I’ve gotten so much positive feedback from this. Thank you! It’s my first multi-chaptered fic in quite some time, so I really appreciate it.

Also, I’m still new and sucky at writing so if you have any writing tips I would love them. Thank you!

One more thing. I am planning to include some akumas into this story and I would like it if you guys would want to send me some of your ideas. I will totally give you credit for your design and everything.

@theoryfan205

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Serendipity (C.B) | Chapter 5

Summary: Serendipity: (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Popular youtuber Isabella Hart, known as Bella to her audience, bends over backwards to separate her youtube life from her private life. Known for her overall clean content and her bubbly attitude, Isabella has a wild side to her that only those inside the youtube community know about. When Bella meets Colby during one of the trap house parties she finally meets someone she can be her genuine self with. When trouble arises after their meeting, will Bella be able to hand the pressure or will she destroy her relationship with Colby as well as herself in the process. [This starts in 2018]

Written: 2019

Word Count: 2,209

Warnings: swearing

Serendipity Masterlist

"Jake, get the camera out of my face right now or I'm not going with you!" I scream while covering my face. Jake was standing at my door with the camera on and pointing at me. I wasn't done getting ready and I honestly was expecting Jake to be late.

"Don't you need me for your video?" Jake still had the camera on me and let himself in.

"I can just film something else. Maybe I'll invite Aaron or Corey instead."

"Ugh, okay." Jake turned off the camera and flopped himself on the couch.

"Thank you, Jakey. I'll be ready in ten minutes." I quickly run into my bathroom and finish doing my makeup.

Sam and Colby are away for the week filming for the Sam and Colby channel. I still hang out with everyone when Colby is gone. Today Jake and I are spending the day together. We're filming a video for both of our channels. Both require us to go out. I'm doing a makeover video on Jake for my channel and for his channel we're doing a video at the dollar store.

I finish up my makeup and grab my backpack with my camera gear. I kick Jake's leg to get his attention and turn my camera on his face. He was about to say something but saw the camera and looked at me.

"Haha, very funny. I get it, I won't do that to you again." I smile and turn my camera off. I follow Jake down to the car and hop into the passenger seat. As I put my seatbelt on Jake hands me a Starbucks cup and pastry bag.

"I know you probably skipped breakfast," Jake says as he starts the car. I notice his lack of a drink.

"Thanks. I guess I'm buying lunch." I open the bag and I see that he got me a ham and cheese croissant. I take a bite of my sandwich and put my feet up on the dashboard. I post a lot of our drive on my Instagram story.

I also send an occasional text to Colby. I try not to bother him when he's away in different a state filming. I get worried that something is going to happen. I think Jake and the other roommates caught on to that any always offer to hang out with me. This is why I always hang around Jake or the other girlfriends. I wasn't always worried when Colby and I first started dating. But the longer we're dating the more worried I get about him. I know how dangerous it can be for him and Sam. I don't know how Kat does it. She's been dating Sam longer and had to deal with this for about 2 years. I wonder where Colby and I will be in 2 years.

"Jake, can you calm down? I don't want to get kicked out of the mall." I say while laughing. Jake and I finished filming part of my video and are now eating lunch.

We're eating food from the Panda Express while sitting at the table. Jake was messing around as usual. Halfway through lunch Jake shoved two chopsticks in his mouth and began making walrus noises while standing in his chair. It was funny but I didn't want to draw more attention to ourselves. While filming my video we ran into fans a couple of times. They would almost always see us together and ask if we were dating. I guess Jake could sense that I was a little upset and was trying to make me laugh.

' "Fine!" Jake climbs down from the chair and sits down normally. He has a satisfied smile on his face and continues eating.

"You're an idiot."

"Hey, I may be an idiot, but at least I'm not stupid." I roll my eyes and go back to eating.

****

"Hey Colbs, how was your day?" I'm laying on my couch editing my video with Jake. He left about 2 hours ago.

"It was good. Sam and I found a few more places to explore while we're out here. What about you, Bells? How was your day?"

"I hung out with Jake and got a video for my channel."

"Were you guys together all day?"

"Yeah, we were. We had to head back to my apartment because fans kept finding us."

"I see... I'm glad you had fun. What are you doing tomorrow?" Colby's tone of voice shift.

"Kat, Devyn, and I are going to have a girls night. What about you? Are you exploring again?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just tired. Exploring takes a lot out of a person. It's also late. I'll call you in the morning. Good night."

"Good—" Colby hangs up before I can finish wishing him a good night. I'm a little hurt but I brush it off. He said he was tired.

I wanted to talk a bit more, but I understand that he's away working. With me being out from school for the summer I was hoping to spend some time with him. But then Colby gave me his full summer schedule and for at least a week a month, he and Sam will be gone. I knew this when I agreed to date him. It's starting to get hard though. When Colby gets back we'll only have a little over a week before I leave for a few brand deals and collabs in Hawaii.

On top of our busy work schedules, keeping our relationship a secret is a lot of work. We barely get to spend time together when we're both free. When do get that free time we have to consider where we can hang out. The public is off limits unless it's night time. Even then, that's difficult. We either spend time at one of our places or somewhere where it might be hard to run into fans. We also spend a lot of time at parties, when he and his roommates aren't throwing one.

I know we agreed to wait but it's become increasingly difficult. Brennen or one of the roommates have their cameras or phones out ready to shoot all the time. At this point, I feel like someone is accidentally going to out us before Colby and I can say something on our own terms.

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The living room is full of junk food and pillows. Kat, Devyn, and I converted my living into a campsite. We made a fort with my extra blankets and pillows. We laugh and joke about everything we can. It's our own little girlfriends' club. It's more for Devyn because she's with the boys in the house when she's not working or hanging with other people. A couple of time when the boys go on overnights Kat and I would go to the house and spend the night there. It's funny, I've had sleepovers with the other girlfriends but I haven't slept over with Colby yet.

"So, Isabella, you've been quiet over there about yours and Colby's relationship while Devyn and I bitched about ours. How are you guys? Are you guys still in the honeymoon phase?" Kat asks before popping a cherry into her mouth.

"I guess we are. Actually, I do have a question. A few questions, actually."

"What's wrong, honeybun?" Devyn puts her cup down and gives her attention to me.

I explain to them the conversation I had with Colby last night. Word for word.

"... I don't know how you two do it. I guess your situations are different. How do you guys feel about when they meet fans. I know it sounds bad but I mean the ones that want more than a normal picture. Like the ones that push themselves onto the guys. I know for Colby at least fans always want a kiss on the cheek or something. But I'm afraid of those fans who purposely turn their heads or try to jump Colby. He's really close to his fans and I don't want to be that girlfriend that's super controlling and telling him what he can and can't do." I stop myself before I become an emotional mess.

"I mean, our situations are so much more different from yours hon. I wish we could give you some advice. The only thing I can think to say is to talk to Colby about this. He's bound to understand. I kind of understand the whole fan thing. It was one of the first things I told Sam about before I even said yes to being his girlfriend." Kat points out.

"I am going to talk to him about it. I want to talk about it. It's just, I want to do it in person but he travels a lot and we're both busy. I only recently got out of school for the summer so I have slightly more free time but my manager is an ass and keeps scheduling me for things. Colby and I only have such limited time to spend together every week and I don't want to possibly start a fight."

"He'll understand. He's not going to be a jerk about it. C'mon, this is Colby we're talking about. This is the same guy who kept his cool when he thought he was going to be stuck in Japan alone for a while. He won't start a fight over this. I promise you." Devyn pats my head to reassure me.

"Okay, I'll do it when he gets back. Anyway, can we please take the attention off of me?" I joke as I shovel another spoon of ice cream in my mouth.

"Yeah. So what our plan for when Gabby comes next month?" Kat asks.

"Gabby?" I look between Kat and Devyn.

"Yeah, Jake's girlfriend. She's coming down from Kansas to visit for a week." Devyn explains.

"Jake has a girlfriend?" In all my time hanging out with Jake he never mentioned dating anyone. Then again, how do you bring that up without it being completely random and awkward? Both Kat and Devyn look at me like I just grew a third eyeball.

"He's never mentioned her?" Devyn asks sitting up.

"No, but it's not like I talk about Colby in every conversation we have. Same with you two; you guys don't talk about Sam and Corey all day every day. Except for girl's night, obviously."

"You're so right. You know what? I'm going to make a trap house girlfriends group chat so you two can get to know each other and we can plan what to do when she gets here." Kat pulls out her phone and begins typing.

"So are you making a trap girlfriends group chat?" I close the lid on my ice cream and cuddle with my pillow.

"Yeah, Devyn and I have one with Gabby but because she's in a different state it doesn't get used as much as our group chat with you. We just use it to catch up and all that."

"You'll like her though. She's cool." Devyn follows suit and closes her ice cream.

"It takes a lot for me to hate someone or not like them." I take all three ice cream cartons and take them to my kitchen.

It's not that strange that Jake never mentioned that he had a girlfriend. It's not like it means anything, right? It simply never comes up in conversation. I don't talk about Colby when I'm out with Jake. Then again, Jake knows that I'm dating Colby and he lives with him. He's also known Colby longer than I have. I don't know how or why we would bring up our significant others. It's not like Jake and I have the type of relationship where we just talk and dish about our lives. We just hang out and do crack head shit. As far as I'm concerned, Jake and I are two friends who just hang out. I haven't had a real friend in a long time and now I have a whole group of them.

I close the freezer and walk back into the living room where Devyn and Kat are now laying on the floor. They both have their phones glued to their face. I left mine on the floor when I went to put the ice cream away. I wedge myself between Kat and Devyn and chest my phone. I see a lot of messages from the new group chat.

"Isn't it like 3 am in Kansa right now?" I ask as I introduce myself to Gabby.

"Yeah, but Gabby's sleep schedule is basically nonexistent. Speaking of which, we should try to go to bed so we can take over iHop in the morning." Devyn suggests as she put away her phone. I put away mine and fake yawn.

"Yeah, we're so tired let's go to bed right now." Kat jokes. She starts to fake snore loudly, which earns a giggle from Devyn and me.

"I'll put on a random movie and maybe we'll fall asleep." I crawl over Devyn to get the tv remote and head straight to Netflix. I go to the romantic comedy section and press play on the first movie there. Halfway through the movie all three of us knock out.

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Honey of a Tomato: Day 3

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Day 3 : First date / First Fight of @chlonathweek

It had already been 3 minutes that Chloe had been waiting in Le Grand Paris’ entrance. At this rate, her makeup would melt and she would look terrible and it would be all of that stupid date of hers’ fault. Had it never occurred to him that good manners said to be on time? How dare he make her wait? Who was he to make her wait this long? He was definitely getting a piece of her mind as soon as he got there.

It wasn't long that Chloe’s eyes light up with delight. He looked so different; the blonde was used to seeing him in baggy sweatpants, often stained with paint, his hair hanging around his face and a horribly plain t-shirt. But now, in front of her, a smile on his face as he offered his most sincere apologies, Chloe couldn't help but notice how good he looked in normal almost fashionable clothing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having him around her.

“You’re late,” she huffed. Nathaniel grinned at the girl slippered her fingers through his. Chloe could feel him tense up a little as she pressed her body against his arm, holding onto him. She knew that he wasn't very used to this whole “going out on dates” thing. She didn't need look him up on the web to know that. Chloe Bourgeois knew everything. She knew that he had gone out with an average brunette once, but he never got to the second date. Another time, Chloe had overheard a conversation between Nathaniel and Alix about him being set up with one of his parents’ friend’s daughter, but that didn't last very long. And of course, there was the power art couple, writer and artist duo that had lasted for a good year before deciding that they were better off as friends and work partners. Chloe knew everything. And Chloe knew what would be best for Nathaniel right now.

“So, where are you bringing me?”

“Well, I was hoping you would know where you’d like to go.”

Nathaniel rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly as he glanced at Chloe. She huffed once more before dragging him along. “Well, we might as well get lunch. What’s your budget?”

To Chloe’s dismay, they found themselves at the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. She couldn't care less about how “amazing” their croissant ham sandwiches were. She was not going to be seen inside that poor person bakery. She only went to the most expensive, glamorous restaurants. Still, Nathaniel managed to drag her in.

“Welcome to the- Nathaniel and Chloe? Nath, if you’re in grave danger, blink twice.”

Chloe rolled her eyes at the girl behind the counter as Nathaniel chuckled, greeting Marinette. The blonde tightened her grip on her date’s arm.

“I'm actually on a date, Marinette. Now, you know how I supported you when you clumsily asked Adrien out? Yeah, it would be nice to have the same support from you right now.”

Chloe could see Marinette sigh as she went in the back, fetching what seemed to be Nathaniel’s regular order. She never thought that Nathaniel was capable to talk to Marinette like that. Last time she had seen him try to speak to the baker girl, he stumbled on his words, messing up worse than Adrien when he tried to tell Chloe about having a weird feeling in his chest whenever he thought about Marinette. Now that Chloe , what kind of magic spell did this girl have on all the boys?

“Here’s your order! Two croissant ham sandwiches. No cheese for Chloe and extra tomatoes for you, Nath. And on the house. I hope you have fun on your date!”

Nathaniel thanked his friend before heading out, still hand in hand with Chloe. Both took a seat outside, watching the cars pass by as they ate. Chloe stared in disbelief at her order.

“How did she know I didn't like cheese?”

Nathaniel shrugged, handing her the paper bag in which their lunch had been in. “Marinette knows everything about her friends.”

Chloe held a little box of macaroons in her hand. There were four, two with a little C drawn onto it. The other two had an N on them. They were especially made for them, it seemed. Was that what it felt like to have friends? They went out of their way to make you smile.

“Would you excuse me one moment?”

Chloe got up, and headed back into the bakery. She could feel Nathaniel’s eyes following her until the door shut and she could no longer see him. Instead, she stood in front of none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her greatest enemy in Collège. It took everything for Chloe to swallow her pride and make her way to the counter.

“Marinette?” Marinette glanced at Chloe, not bothering to stop whatever she was doing for her. “I’d like to apologize. For everything I’ve done to you. I was maybe just a little jealous of you. You had all the boys, you were- are an amazing artist, seamstress and baker. And thank you for lunch. I don't know how you knew I didn't like cheese, but thank you.”

Marinette wore a skeptical look, but softened up as soon as Chloe began her apology. She even managed a smile as she sighed and approached the blonde. “Apology accepted. I’d like to also apologize. I wasn't the kindest to you, either. But, as to how I knew about the cheese, Adrien told me once and I remembered you mentioned it a couple of years ago.”

There was silence between the two. The two girls stared at each other, unsure how to proceed next. Of course, it was Chloe who broke the silence. “You make Adrien happy. You make him really happy. Take care of him, please. He has no one other than his friends.”

“And you take care of Nathaniel. He deserves so much happiness.”

Chloe nodded before thanking the girl and heading back out to Nathaniel. He hadn't moved, still quietly munching on his sandwich. Chloe couldn't help but observe him for a moment. Had he always been that handsome? Why did she miss his hand in hers? Maybe that’s what eventual love felt like. Maybe it was that flutter in her stomach. Maybe it was that excitement mixed with fear she felt. All Chloe knew for now was that she couldn't stop smiling. It might have been a simple date so far, but it was the best one she’d ever gone on.

Nathaniel finally noticed her, flashing her a smile. He got up, offering her his hand to hold. Chloe gladly accepted, snuggling close to him as she had done earlier. She followed him as they walked around Paris, no destination in mind. It was fun, window shopping with Nathaniel.

The excitement of everything hazed Chloe’s mind. She didn't feel like the ice queen she usually was. She felt light on her feet. She felt fluttering butterflies in her stomach whenever she’d cross Nathaniel’s gaze. And his smile made her melt in a way she had never known before. She only hoped that she could make him feel that way in return. And there was only one way she knew would work.

When Nathaniel had his head turned, looking around for who knows what, Chloe lifted herself on her tiptoes, being just high enough to place a kiss on his cheek. Light, delicate, almost nonexistent, but enough for the redhead to feel it, turning his head to look at Chloe. She grinned as he held his fingers where the kiss had been placed. Had his turquoise eyes always been that pretty?

“C’mon! Let’s go to that art store where I found you as Queen Bee! I'll buy you those art supplies you were looking for when the akuma attacked!”

Chloe dragged him by the hand, pulling him along as she giggled.

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All of The Lights - Ch 1 (TRR AU)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Basically everybody will, at some point, hook up with each other. but you know my endgame.

Rating: M (language)

Word count: ~2,700 Warning: Read the Prologue! Every chapter has TWO timelines, Before (about a year before the Prologue) and After (two years after the prologue), if you don’t pay attention to that you might get confused!

Chapter 1 - When It Rains

When it rains, you always find an escape, jus running away from all of the ones who love you

BEFORE

The pale sunlight hit the feet of his bed, but he was already awake, Drake Walker liked to wake up early, when just the humming of the workers in the palace were audible through the walls. His way to the kitchen was in quick steps, not paying attention to anything in his way, those walls had long become uninteresting to him.

The smell of baked goods hit him in a warm wave as he opened the door and was greeted by Eleanor, the palace chef, and the radiant face of his sister, Savannah.

“Good morning, brother!” she exclaimed making his eyebrows knit, Savannah hated waking up early.

“What’s making you so happy at this time in the morning?” he asked sitting with a thump beside her and reaching for a croissant.

“Well, Lady Madeleine invited me for the afternoon tea, and I wanted to finish my new dress to use it there.” She gave him a full-teeth smile.

Drake had lived 2/3 of his 21 years in the palace, and one of the first and toughest things he had learned was about having a seat on the table, he didn’t have one, neither did his 16-year-old sister, they didn’t have one when his father was the head of the Royal Guard, they didn’t have now that his father died protecting King Constantine.

“Why do you care? It’s Madeleine…” he rolled his eyes at her.

“Madeleine is the front runner in this social season and I’m sure she’ll be the next queen along with Prince Leo, so, networking baby!” she stood up still smiling, finishing her orange juice. “She’s the Queen Bee.”

Drake snorted.

“I really don’t care about this pettiness, but Riley is the Queen Bee here, and she invites you to do way more fun stuff.” It was time for Savannah to roll her eyes and pick an apple, turning on her heels. “And yes, I do say this because she’s my friend.”

The girl was halfway through the door when she turned to her brother.

“You say it, because you’re in love with her!”

A piece of croissant hit the closed door, missing her by a second, if there was something his sister enjoyed more than freshly made eclairs, it was messing up with his and Riley’s friendship.

“Walker stop messing up my kitchen.” Eleanor scolded the boy who looked sheepishly at her before grabbing another croissant and leaving the kitchen.

The sky was cloudy, the blanched sun couldn’t be seen anymore, only the imposing grey clouds were above him. Drake started his work on the stables, checking on the horses, it was his last year studying vet in the Royal University of Cordonia, during his teenage years his dream was to become a Royal Guard like his father, there was until all he could have of his father was his tombstone and his signet ring with the royal guard’s crest.

He sighed, resuming checking on Athenna, the morning flowing through the strokes of his brush and scribbling on the horses’ files, by lunchtime his stomach growled so hard he almost missed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

It was Liam asking him about Riley.

“We argued obviously,” he heard the prince’s grunting on the other side of the line. “You know how she is, she just stormed out…”

“And you’re leaving to Lythikos?” Drake tried hard not to roll his eyes.

“My father has business there.” Liam said as if it excused anything.

“Will Olivia be there too?” it sounded way more accusatory than Drake meant.

“Maybe… Anyway, I just need to make sure Riley’s okay”

“Okay, I’ll try and find her before my afternoon class… Yeah, bye” Drake looked at his watch and ran to the kitchens, so he could at least be able to grab a sandwich, maybe two.

Even though it was the end of February, it wasn’t as cold as he thought it would be, after working all morning with the horses he welcomed the chilly breeze while stepping on the battered stone steps of the hill behind the palace.

As he hoped, she was there, sitting on the moist sand, her eyes far, far way, where the clouds kissed the dark blue water.

“Hey, you!” He greeted her, letting his body fall with a thump beside her.

A flush of chocolate locks flooded her face as she was startled by his presence, the long strands cascaded down her back and fell in front of her reddened eyes, she had been crying.

“You’ll give me a heart attack any day now, Drake.” She held her chest catching her breath.

He laughed and threw a paper bag to her.

“Brought you something to eat, so you won’t be crying to death because of Liam.”

“Fuck Liam” she muttered, opening the bag.

“Not my type” he smirked, opening his plain ham and cheese sandwich.

“My problems go further than Liam making excuses to go and fuck Olivia.”

Drake’s eyes widened for a second with her remark, but he decided not to fuel her fire, he finished his sandwich in three bites, watching her take tiny bites of hers. She gave up eating and threw him an envelope, he recognized the purple letters after Riley made him run through their whole website a few months back.

New York University

He knew that since she was a kid and saw the purple flags hanging from the buildings of Manhattan, she wanted to go there.

“It’s too heavy to be a rejection letter” he said.

“They want me” she said moving her eyes to her lap, a small smile playing on her lips, that made his chest swell with pride.

“I always knew they would. So, what’s the problem?” He asked, even though he already knew.

“Shall we start with Liam? Who said that if I didn’t want to be with him in the fall, then we should just end things. Or maybe my mother who called me a blood traitor for not wanting to study here?” Her eyes got filled with tears and she sniffed turning her face from him.

“Your dad?”

She gave a small chuckle, still looking away.

“That old bastard is the only one supporting anything I do”

“Do I need to remind you the hours you spent cockblocking me so I could be filling those forms with you?” He threw his napkin at her and her chuckle grew.

“I deserved your time more than that girl...” she turned to him and stick out her tongue.

He reached to her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, kissing the top of her head.

“Everything will be okay, York.”

They spent the next of his spare minutes looking at the ocean, its fierce waves washing the shore and crashing on the rocks, until Drake got up offering her his hand.

“Hey, I got to go now, don’t do anything stupid today okay?”

“What are considering stupid in this scenario?” She blinked those blue eyes at him.

“York...” his warning tone made her chuckle.

“Hey, don’t worry, there will be Maddie’s afternoon tea, then I’ll go out shopping with Kiara and we’ll probably get a few drinks at Mounir’s.” She patted his shoulder and got on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be fine.”

Yep. He knew she would get in trouble. So why was he surprised to be woken up by her call at 3 am?

“What, York?” He grunted, there was a loud noise in the background, she was definitely at a club.

“DO YOU REMEMBER THIS SONG??” She shouted to the phone, she was definitely drunk.

“Riley, where are you?” He rubbed his eyes sitting on the bed.

“I DON’T KNOW BUT THE MUSIC IS GREAT.”

“Is Lars waiting for you?”

“NO. I’M WITH THE BENTLEY”

Shit.

“Send me your location. Now!” He was already up looking for his pants, thanking god that he was alone in his room that night.

She hung up without saying anything else, but a few seconds after he got a message with her location, in five minutes he was already getting an Uber to her location, knowing that she would get in trouble if he asked to any of the drivers or guards about what happened, the air was heavy and he knew it would pour at any moment, he just hoped his driver was fast enough.

Despite the hour, there were still people in line to enter.

“Hey, respect the line!” Someone yelled at him.

But Drake didn’t pay attention, just showing his father’s ID from the Guard’s to the security guy who let him enter without a second glance, Bastien would kill him if he knew about this stunt.

Clubs weren’t his scene at all, the loud music blasting from everywhere, making the floor tremble, but there she was near the bar, like the spotlight followed her in her simple black dress, arms thrown in the air, completely ignoring the guy next to her.

Drake got closer and saw as the guy got closer to her.

“Time’s up, Cinderella!” He got between her and the guy.

“Drake!” She gave him a full drunk smile. “Come on dance with me!”

“Nuh uh” he shook his head. “We’re leaving, give me the keys”

She pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s almost 4 am and you owe me £15 for the Uber. Say bye to your friend.”

She scowled and waved to the perplexed guy sitting on the stool.

“Party pooper” she grunted.

He just rolled his eyes and led her out, where the rain was pouring mercilessly on the ground, the line now dissipated, he got shivers thinking about her driving that drunk in the rain. He saw her Bentley parked on the VIP spots a few feet from them an turned back to her.

“How can you not find your keys in that tiny purse of yours?”

She glared at him pulling her pink key chain from inside her clutch, when he reached for it, she pulled it back laughing, again he reached for it and she hid her hand on her back, in one step her has so close he could see those hazy blue eyes mocking him up close.

“If you don’t give me them, I’ll make you walk on the rain.” She blinked with those big fake lashes of her and grunted.

“You’re no fun”

He grabbed the fancy keys and ran on the rain to her car, bringing it to the stair where she wobbly walked down to the car.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Drake concentrated on the road and Riley fidgeting with her charms bracelet.

“Thank you for picking me up, Kiara just disappeared with some guy and Madeleine didn’t even wanted to come because of this stupid social season” she rambled, propping one foot on the dash.

“Don’t come to clubs with your car.” He scolded her. “You have a driver.”

“You’re funnier than Lars.” She bit her lip to suppress a smile.

“You just said I’m no fun” a smiled playing on his lips as she cracked a laugh.

“So, you can imagine how Lars is”

He chuckled at her remark, he knew he couldn’t stay mad at her, so he enjoyed that moment of laughter.

Until a bright light blinded him.

He remembered calling out her name and turning the wheel.

He remembered the sound of the metal shrieking.

Then, all was black.

***

AFTER

Drake woke up in a jolt covered in sweat, feeling betrayed by his subconsciousness for making him dream about her.

Maybe being in Valtoria caused it, as if she was a ghost haunting the place.

It has been two years since he walked on her hospital room to find her gone, he went for a coffee outside and in 30 minutes her mother got her dispatched to a facility in Switzerland.

Two year without a single word of her, of course he knew some things, she activated a new account on Instagram, of course Penelope would find that out and share with everyone, it took one ‘like’ from Kiara for the account to be shut down, but he learned about a trip to Thailand to teach English to the locals and, surprisingly, a job as a waitress in New York.

Then more silence.

If she didn’t want to be found, he chose to not be the one to look out for her.

The sun was about to rise, and he tried not to think about the countless time they watched it on her state, weather it was as drinking buddies or tangled naked in each other’s arms.

His loud exhale resounded through his room and he was happy to have slept on the staff wing, so he wouldn’t have to run to her mother, an ever so unpleasant encounter.

He didn’t know why he felt so moody today, maybe it was that enveloping and dense heat that anticipated a storm. Coffee in hand, he sat on the steps that led to the east garden of the estate, where he could see the menacing grey clouds gather in the horizon.

The feeling of fur rubbing on his arms startled Drake, if there was something that could make his melancholy go, was that damned corgi.

“Hey Chance!” the dog wiggled his but to him.

Chance was the only companion that could make Drake smile on the first few months after Riley’s departure, at least the dog was something her mother was happy to give to him, he has been Drake’s companion ever since.

Finishing his coffee, he calmly walked to the stables, with chance at his feet, today he would be busy with the last preparations for the upcoming competition, revising the documents, their files and taking care of the pregnant mare.

I was well past lunch when his phone rang, and he couldn’t help the smirk as he saw the caller.

“Hey, Cas”

“Hey! How are you?” her cheerful voice filled his ears. “Has Lady Bitch been a bitch already?”

“I’m fine, haven’t seen her since I got here, she’s probably at Fydelia. How about you?”

“Oh, nothing special… Will you be back soon?” he knew she was eager for an answer, but Cassidy had set her mind on taking things very slow with him, his fame certainly preceded him.

“Two more days, are you missing me already?” he smiled to himself knowing she would be blushing on the other side of the line.

“You think so highly of yourself, don’t you?” she chuckled. “Oh, I almost forgot, Larry said we could at the bar in a few weeks.”

“Great, now we can show the things we’ve been working on.” Drake threw his body back on his chair and added in a lower voice. “Can’t wait to be back rehearsing.”

“I’m hanging up now, Drake Walker” embarrassment present in her tone. “Drive safely back.”

“I will, see you in two days.”

Drake threw his phone on the desk and tapped his fingers on the table, the thunders roaring closer and closer now. Cassidy was good to him, the lightness and simplicity that his life never had, he wouldn’t let a ghost ruin it, Riley was now just a memory locked inside of him.

When the thick droplets started to punch the wood outside the barn, he decided to bury himself in work, in two days he would be out of Valtoria and his head would be back to normal. The rain was so loud outside he could hear Chance whimpering on the first floor, but he didn’t answer when Drake called.

His phone rang again, now it was Liam, but the rain was making it almost impossible for him to hear.

“Liam the signal is shit, I can’t hear a thing… no, I didn’t have time to scroll twitter, brother, I’m not the heir to the throne… what? Liam, man, I can barely hear a thing, who’s back?”

The he heard the squeak of the wood steps to the second floor.

“Drake can you hear me? I’m talking about her” he heard Liam through the phone, but he couldn’t quite figure his works.

Because he was facing a ghost.

There on the second step of the staircase, wearing faded jeans, a pair of sneakers and a hooded denim jacket; there with shoulder length damped chocolate hair and electric blue eyes; there stood Riley York.

***

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#drake x mc #drake walker #Riley York #the royal romance fanfic #trr fanfic #the royal romance #choices fanfiction #choices drake #trr

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ren-allen · 6 years

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A Ham and Cheese Croissant

I was feeling some Analogical and wrote fluff. I am proud because I didn’t turn this into angst. Ahhh idk if I should tag my general tag list. Idk omggg.

Pairing: Analogical

The brunet was running his lungs burning as he hurried down the sidewalk trying not to run into the much shorter people. Logan was late. Very late. Normally he was the one that was waiting on his friend Patton, but today he had gotten held back after his astronomy class to discuss a project with his class partner Roman. He and the aspiring actor had to figure out what slides they were going to do and they both had had a lengthy discussion of what they were going to present. Needless to say, he was late. He ran until he saw the familiar doors of the cafe his friend was waiting in. This had become their little hang out area after classes so the friends could do their homework and head to the dorms after to relax. He burst through the doors and scanned the cafe and spotted a the speck of blonde and baby blue.

“Logan over here!” The blonde male exclaimed as he stood and waved him over. He already had all his books and highlighters out.

Logan noticed the patrons of the cafe staring at him, cleared his throat and hurried over where the baby blue clad man sat waiting. “Apologies Patton, but Roman and I had to work out our arrangements for our astronomy class” He took a seat and sighed as he caught his breath.

Patton just laughed at his dorm mate's explanation as he curiously asked “Well Logan, why didn’t you just bring him along? You know that study sessions are more fun with more people” He grins at the other. He held out a coffee for Logan. “Here you go big guy, black coffee” he grimaced as Logan took a long drink from the cup “How can you drink that?”

Logan puts his cup down “Years of caffeine consumption have allowed my taste buds to become accustomed to the bitterness.” He pulls out his own materials out before his stomach makes itself known to the two. “Ah it seems that in my busy schedule I have forgotten to eat lunch”

Patton frowns and crosses his arms “Logan, we’ve talked about you taking a break to eat before. The cafe makes sandwiches go order one. I’ll pay if you need to” he insists. The last thing he wanted was his best friend passing out from the lack of food.

Logan sighs as he stands up pulling out his wallet “That will not be necessary Patton. I have brought my wallet today, but the offer is appreciated.” He hated human interaction, it was complicated and involved trying to understand other people. He had enough to handle with Roman and Patton alone, but the two had grown fond of the brunet so he in turn did not mind the company. He read the menu to see the selection as he waited in line. He broke out of thought at a sudden voice.

“Anything I can get for you, or is there something wrong with out Menu?” came the tired sounding voice from in front of Logan.

Logan’s head snapped back down and a bit further to lock eyes with a very small and irritated looking Barista. Looking at them, Logan seemed to have lost his breath. His heart began to beat faster and he seemed to be at a loss of words. This was strange. He always had something to say. But before him stood this man and he couldn’t speak. What was happening. His eyes caught a name tag... Virgil. What a lovely name.

The barista blinked looking at Logan who seemed to be at a loss. He cleared his throat. He felt his own stomach flutter. The man in front of him was indeed very handsome, but the staring was getting a bit awkward. “Uh were you looking for a drink or for food?”

Logan’s stomach seemed to answer that question as it once again made itself know. It was mortifying as Logan’s cheeks flushed and he seemed to snap back into composure. “I apologize, but yes I was looking to purchase something to eat.” how foolish he must look.

Virgil blinked and a smile quirked on the corner of his lips. “Well I can say that the ham and cheese croissant is made on the spot so that one is least likely to have been sitting out all day. Does that sound fine?” he asked and waited for the taller man to answer.

Logan nodded still at a loss of how to act around this man. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding and he felt a warmth in him he had never had before. Was he getting sick? Oh lord he hoped not. He quietly handed Virgil money to pay for his food and got his change back. He jumped suddenly as their bare hands met. “I uh thank you.” he quickly retreated back to his table. He sat down so suddenly that Patton jumped at his arrival. “PattonIthinkImBroken!!!” he blurted out.

Patton tilts his head “Logan buddy slow down I didn’t quite catch that.”

Logan took a breath and opened his mouth when the barista came over to them with Logan’s croissant. He stopped. He felt his his heart skipping. Was he dying?

Virgil raises a brown as he sets the wrapped croissant down “You didn’t tell me your name so I had to come look for you. So um here you go” He was once again met with silence and a strange stare. He blushed and cleared his throat awkwardly “Um enjoy I guess” with that Virgil leaves the two behind.

Patton watched with a grin as he realized what was happening. He waited for Virgil to leave and grabbed Logan’s shoulders “Logan you have a crush!!” he whispered loudly and excited to respect his friend’s privacy.

Logan seemed to catch up with reality as he stood up abruptly and exclaimed a dark blush on his cheeks “FALSEHOOD!” He froze as the patron’s in the cafe all stared at him. As Virgil stared at him. He sat down again. Oh no. He looked up at Patton “Quick how do I stop this from happening?!”

Patton laughs softly “Logan you don’t. It’s normal for us to find someone attractive. I’ve got to say.” He glances at Virgil who is back to taking orders. “You have cute tastes.” he grins “I think you should talk to him.”

Logan sinks further in his chair. He hated human interaction. It was always complicated. Now here he was. Pining over a person he had just met. Preposterous. He groans a bit. “I hate feelings.” he mumbles. He grabs his croissant and pauses. There on the wrapper in neat cursive was a number. And the name of the barista. He felt his cheeks flush and a smile curve his lips.Well... this was surely interesting. He looked up and saw Virgil looking over.

Virgil’s eyes met Logan’s and he looked away blushing.

Patton look between them and saw the number and gushed “Awww” he received a crumpled up napkin to the face. “Hey!”

Logan took a bite and saved the number in his phone sending a message before setting his phone aside. “Enough distractions Patton we need to finish before we go home” He opened his text book.

Unknown Number: My name is Logan. Would you be interested in getting to know each other outside your work hours?

Virgil: Finally nice to meet you Logan.

Virgil: And I thought you’d never ask.

#virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #platonic logicality #pre analogical #analogical #mentioned roman

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jooniearts-blog · 6 years

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sweet tooth ch 1 // namjin

Pairing: Namjin

Summary: The bakery au no one asked for. In which Namjoon is a college student and Jin works at a bakery. Despite not being a fan of sweets, Namjoon returns to the very same bakery again and again. Can you guess why? Also Jimin is here too.

The early morning rays of shone through the blinds covering the window, sun gazing down at Namjoon’s clothed back as it sent its warmth down his spine. The man craned his neck backwards, tilting his head up towards the pleasant light as he listened to the dull buzzing of TV static. The mixture of white noise and warm sunlight was heavenly, lulling him dangerously close to slumber.

But alas, his television seemed to have found what it was looking for as his rest was interrupted by a generic laugh track.

Straightening his neck back to a normal position, he opened his mouth and let out a satisfying yawn, turning his gaze to the television in front of him. A rerun of Friends was being shown on screen. Namjoon grinned softly to himself as he instinctively ran through memories of his high school days. He used to watch this very show every day, pausing after every sentence to translate what they were saying while he was still learning english in Korea. He’d come quite a ways, he thought to himself.

Moving from home was the hardest thing he’d ever done. It was a long and difficult process, and he was never quite able to anticipate the emotions that came up as he said his farewells to his family. The somber, yet at the same time proud faces of his parents had never left him in the two years he’s been here. There were times where Namjoon considered almost risking it all to see them again, his education be damned. But, he knew he was in for the long run, and never entertained those thoughts for longer than a day. He quite liked it in America anyways. Namjoon saw his life here as a challenge, a different experience, which is what he came here looking for.

Not to mention, it was here that he met who he would consider his closest friend.

Namjoon was never one to make long lasting friendships, even in Korea his relationships with others were fleeting. It’s not that he didn’t like people or making friends, he was simply much too busy with other things at the time.

Park Jimin was...definitely a character, to say the least. He was a bit younger than Namjoon, yet they were in the same year of college as he had graduated high school early. It was impressive, he thought. Jimin was a social butterfly, attracting people of all sorts like a magnet. The ladies especially were incredibly fond of him. His career as a part time model made them flock to him like seagulls.

Interestingly enough though, despite propositions from so many girls both on and off campus, Jimin never seemed interested in any of it. He instead preferred to focus on his music and education. Something that Namjoon found very tasteful about him.

“Namjoon?”

Speak of the devil, the man himself seems to have roused from the depths of his bed and blankets.

“Jimin, you always wake up so late.”, Namjoon half groaned, fixing his position on the couch so that he wasn’t slouching into the cushions.

“I was studying for so long give me a break~.” The smaller man whined jokingly, stomping his foot for emphasis.

Namjoon just propped his elbows on top of his knees, leaning forwards and smiling up at Jimin. He was acting as childish as ever. It was cute, honestly.

Jimin grinned back at his friend, satisfied with making Namjoon smile.

The younger man, who was peaking out of the hallway, made himself fully visible as he entered the living area. His plaid pajamas hung loosely from his waist, striped shirt slightly too small, exposing just the slightest bit of his stomach. His hair was sticking up every which way like a birds nest. He definitely just rolled out of bed.

“I’m gonna make some coffee. You want some?”, Jimin inquired stepping past Namjoon and entering their kitchen.

“I already had some, you know, before you woke up as usual.”, Namjoon spoke teasingly. Jimin had always been a chronically late sleeper, so he was only preaching the truth.

“Shut up!”, Jimin’s laughter echoed from behind the kitchen walls and into the living room.

The older man chuckled to himself, satisfied with the joke he had made. A moment of silence passed before the unique sound of brewing coffee rang through it. The bitter scent of coffee wafted through the air as Namjoon slouched back into the couch cushions now that Jimin was gone. The coffee machine in their kitchen was cheap, so it made a worryingly loud squeaking sound as it did it’s work. It grated at Namjoon’s ears every time either of them would make coffee, so when it stopped, he felt a wave of relief run through him. There was another short silence before the sound of the fridge opening rang through the air, followed by the shuffling of plastic containers as Jimin was no doubt putting an ungodly amount of creamer in his coffee.

Namjoon wasn’t surprised when his friend walked out with a mug full of creamy, light brown liquid. Personally, he preferred his coffee black, so he couldn’t even bear to think about what whatever Jimin just made tasted like.

“You going to make fun of how I drink coffee now?”, Jimin remarked, nodding his head towards Namjoon when he caught him staring at his drink.

“Well it wouldn’t be funny anymore now that you mentioned it. But yes, I was going to.”, Namjoon replied, nodding his head right back at Jimin playfully.

The younger man scoffed dramatically and rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the couch, taking a seat on the opposite end of Namjoon.

They sat in silence for the next couple of minutes, Namjoon focusing his attention to the television as Jimin sipped his coffee quietly beside him. The only sounds that played for the next ten minutes were generic laugh tracks and cheesy jokes from the TV, and Namjoon occasionally letting out a soft chuckle every other scene that plays. He’s watched Friends countless times, every episode and season. Yet, he could never tire of it like he does other shows.

It was during an advertisement in between episodes that the two were interrupted by a loud growling sensation that not only pierced through Namjoon’s stomach, but the silence between the two men as well.

“Jesus, Namjoon have you not eaten yet?”, Jimin seemed shocked that a sound like that could come out of anyone, giving Namjoon a look of concern as he stated his inquiry.

“Huh, I guess I forgot too.” Namjoon craned his neck back and groaned lazily as he rested the back of his head onto the soft couch cushion. “I’m too lazy to cook anything though. Plus, I don’t think there’s anything in the fridge to even cook.”

Jimin pondered for a moment, pursing his lips and looking downwards before coming to a conclusion as he lifted his head back up to face Namjoon.

“We should get something then. We have money, and there’s a new bakery that opened down the block I’ve been meaning to go to that an old friend of mine works at.”, Jimin replied, setting his empty coffee mug in between his legs and holding it with his thighs.

Namjoon tilted his head curiously, still resting the back of his neck into the cushion as he turned to face Jimin.

“You know I don’t like sweet things.”, he spoke plainly, reminding Jimin that not everyone had an obnoxiously large sweet tooth like he did.

The younger man took his mug from between his legs, standing from his seat with his back turned to Namjoon before turning around to face him, a cheeky grin plastered onto his face.

“Well I’m sure they have sandwiches there too, and not just the ice cream sort.”, he leaned down, tilting his head and smiling as he leaned down towards Namjoon, who was still sitting on the couch. “So, let’s go. You’re hungry any ways, right?”

Namjoon would’ve been taken aback had it not been for the fact that he was indeed, very hungry. A ham and cheese croissant wouldn’t be half bad right now, he thought. Pretty much every bakery has those right?

He made a quick decision. He may have been dead tired, but he was just as hungry as well. So, despite his aching limbs telling him otherwise, he stood from his seat and stretched his arms.

“Alright, let’s get dressed quick then!”, he sighed as he groggily made his way towards the hallway to get dressed in his room.

Jimin pumped a celebratory fist into the air, scurrying to the kitchen to set his mug in the sink before quickly making his way to his room to dress himself.

The two wore a different variation of the same outfit, a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. It was to be expected from a pair of starving college students.

“Let’s go, let’s go!”, Jimin chanted eagerly, making his way towards the front door, fumbling to unlock it for a moment before pushing it open and almost skipping out the door frame. Excited much? Namjoon smiled and thought to himself as he watched his friend skip playfully towards the city streets.

The chilly autumn air flew past him, making his fingers go numb in the cold as they made their way down the street. The two were quiet as they walked, Namjoon focusing on the bustling city around them. Workers made their way to and fro buildings in the early morning rush. Almost every building was full of people rushing to get a quick meal in before showing up to their respective workplaces.

The two turned the corner to enter the next block where Namjoon noticed a humble little brick building. He spotted it from the opposite end of the street so he couldn’t get a clear view right away, but he saw that it was relatively clear of people which was surprising to see in the early morning. In fact, the only people that were anywhere near it were him and Jimin.

“This should be it!”, Jimin exclaimed, bringing his hands to rub his arms in the chilly weather.

The place was small and gave off a homely feeling just by looking at it’s exterior. Written in the window next to the glass door were the words “Sweet Tooth” written in beautiful pink calligraphy, which Namjoon assumed was the name of the bakery.

Pushing the door open, they were greeted by the sound of a bell, typical for any shop of this nature.

“Ah, It smells really good in here!.”, Jimin spoke, before making a B-line straight for the back of the store where the glass display held all the different sweets they had on sale. Namjoon simply stood near the entrance for a moment, examining the interior of the building.

On the baby blue wall to the left of him was a large mural of a pink cake wrapped loosely in lighter pink ribbons, along with the name of the bakery in slightly larger calligraphy right beside it. The glass display stood at the back of the store, and in front of it were several tables with three chairs at each of them. The chair cushions and tables were both light pink as well. Whoever owned the shop must have a thing for that color. All in all though, Namjoon had to admit, the interior of the bakery was rather adorable. It was a simple, but well decorated shop.

The sound of a door opening from behind the counter at the back of the store startled him out of his observation mode, eyes naturally gravitating towards the source of the noise.

To say he was surprised at what he saw would’ve been an understatement.

“Jimin?”, an unfamiliar voice spoke.

Now, Namjoon never believed in love at first sight, but this was probably the closest to it he’ll ever experience.

The man standing behind the counter, who he assumed was Jimin’s friend, was incredibly handsome. He was adorned only in a blue button up and khakis topped with a white apron, yet he somehow managed to look like a fairytale prince nonetheless. His eyes were so piercing, that Namjoon had trouble looking at them without turning bright pink. Strong features and broad shoulders, he even had his sleeves folded at his elbows, showing off his arms. All he could do was stand there with his mouth slightly agape as he took in the sight before him.

This definitely wasn’t what Namjoon was expecting when Jimin said that his friend worked here.

“Jin!”, Jimin shouted excitedly, making his way towards his old friend with his arms stretched out.

Jin walked from behind the counter as well, a surprised yet delighted expression on his face as he embraced Jimin, patting his back lightly as the two shared a hug. Namjoon felt a small pang of jealousy strike through him, he was almost getting mad. Jimin never mentioned that his high school friend was a sexy baker. He felt his cheeks grow pinker as he locked his gaze firmly on Jin.

“You should meet my friend! He’s not a big fan of sweets, but he was hungry so he came.”, Jimin gestured behind him towards Namjoon. “You guys have sandwiches here anyways right?”

Jin gazed at Namjoon for a moment before a soft smile came to his cheeks as he walked towards him. Namjoon thought his legs would melt into putty before Jin reached him, but when he held his hand out for him to shake it, he was surprisingly able to reciprocate without keeling over.

“Well, maybe I can change that.”, Jin gave him such a pleasant grin that Namjoon could feel his teeth rot. “But just in case, we do have sandwiches.”

He managed to laugh despite his emotions. He didn’t think he was going to survive this encounter.

Suddenly, he wondered what he did for God to bless him into the same room as this man.

“Feel free to order what you like! Even if you don’t like sweets we have savory options as well, so don’t worry about not liking sweet things.”, Jin tilted his head towards the glass display, urging Namjoon to follow him as he walked towards it.

He made his way behind the counter, leaning forward to prop his shoulders on the glass and holding his face in his hands. Namjoon considered his options for a moment, scanning the several sandwiches they had available before he found what he was looking for.

“That ham and cheese croissant looks pretty good.”, he placed his order, looking up at Jin for only the slightest bit of time in fear that he may notice his blush if he made any more eye contact. God, he looked so good, Namjoon couldn’t imagine how red his face was right now.

“One ham and cheese croissant!.”, Jin exclaimed, opening the window of the display and retrieving Namjoon’s order. When he turned his back to grab a plate from one of the shelves behind him, Namjoon took it as an opportunity to admire the way his shirt fit tightly over his back. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from thinking about more inappropriate things.

Jin had put the croissant in the mini oven to warm up before he turned to look behind Namjoon.

“Jimin, do you want to order something?”, Jin asked as his old friend who was standing behind Namjoon now.

He’d almost forgotten Jimin was even there because of Jin. What type of witchery is this? He pondered to himself.

“Ah, can I have two birthday cake pops?”, Jimin ordered, pointing his fingers towards the sweets behind the glass.

“Wait, you’re having cake pops? It’s breakfast.”, Namjoon turned to his friend with a confused expression plastered on his face as he questioned Jimin’s order.

“Maybe I want cake pops? I’m an adult aren’t I? I can have dessert for breakfast if I want to!”, Jimin spoke in a mock defensive tone.

Namjoon let out a short laugh, rolling his eyes as he turned to face Jin.

“Was he always like this?”, He spoke jokingly, gesturing at Jimin over his shoulder.

“Oh yeah.”, Jin nodded his head in agreement without even the slightest bit of hesitation, making. Namjoon formed an O with his mouth, pleasantly amused with how quick Jin was able to agree with him.

“Hey! I don’t appreciate you two slandering me like this.”, Jimin exclaimed. He wasn’t actually offended though, judging from the smile on his face.

The three of them laughed as Jin took the two cake pops from the display, reaching under the counter for a small paper bag to put them in. Jimin was the one who paid for the food, reaching for his cake pops as Jin handed them to him.

“You two can sit down, I’ll have your order ready in a minute.”, Jin prompted them, gesturing to a table near the counter

Jimin just nodded his head before leading Namjoon to the table Jin was pointing to. The pair sat down, Jimin put his hands over his knees, shaking his legs impatiently as if a dog wagging its tail. He seemed genuinely happy to be in Jin’s company. Namjoon quite liked seeing his friend like this. Maybe he would go here more often just to make him happier, that and for Jin, of course.

It wasn’t long before Jin moved from behind the counter, making his way towards the two with Namjoon’s order in hand. He looked like a hot butler, Namjoon thought, smiling to himself as he imagined Jin in a fancy suit. He seems like the type to look good in just about anything.

"I didn't even know you were going to school here. You should’ve told me before you came here!”, Jin took a seat in the empty chair across from Namjoon as he questioned Jimin on why he hadn’t contacted him sooner.

"Ah, I've been meaning to, but school was really holding me back." Jimin, took a large bite of his cake pop, stuffing his cheeks with it and chewing dramatically before making a satisfied noise as he swallowed. "Mmm, this is really good. Did you make this?"

"I made pretty much everything we have right now, yeah", Jin looked down at the table shyly, he seemed flustered.

"No way, you never told me you could bake!", Jimin sounded surprised as he took another bite of his cake pop, devouring its remains.

"I'm going to culinary school for baking, actually.", Jin rubbed the back of his neck bashfully as if he was embarrassed. "It's been going pretty smoothly so far." Namjoon was almost completely absorbed in his croissant. It was incredibly delicious, and he was starving. Jimin had only finished one cake pop by the time he was almost done stuffing his face.

"Hungry aren't we?", Jin teased Namjoon about how quickly he was devouring his food.

Namjoon took a moment to process what Jin had said before he chuckled, scratching his face in embarrassment. Great, he was eating like a pig in front of someone attractive. How smooth

"We didn't have any food at home and neither of us can cook." Namjoon grinned as he spoke. "Plus this is really good, I'm impressed."

"You should come over and cook for us one day Jin!", Jimin quipped, nudging the older man with his elbow playfully as he took the second cake pop from his bag. "Pay me first, then I'll consider it.", Jin remarked right back.

A sense of humour and good looking? Namjoon really didn’t know what else could come out of this man.

The two laughed briefly, Jimin getting caught off guard from Jin’s reply at first. Namjoon on the other hand, was thinking about the possibility of having Jin over at their dorm. He was thinking...mostly nice things. Mostly.

Although on as serious note, he was a talented cook. Paying him to cook for them didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Maybe we will, it seems pretty worth it to me.", Namjoon spoke after swallowing the last bite of his croissant, looking towards Jin and giving him a warm smile that may or may not have had some flirtatious undertones to it.

Jin simply stared at him for a moment, as if pondering the compliment, before looking down and giggling shyly. Namjoon couldn't help but smile wider at the sight of Jin getting flustered. The light pink highlighted his cheeks and made him look like a peach. He made it a mental note to fluster him whenever he could.

"Well I guess I can't turn down the offer then." Jin said, grinning as he brought his wrist to his face to cover his mouth bashfully.

The three men talked for a few more minutes about nothing in particular. Jimin and Jin were content to catch up on each other’s personal affairs, making banter over Jimin’s college friends and Jin’s embarrassing high school moments. Namjoon occasionally butted in with something witty or flirty regarding Jin, which without fail made the other mad blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. Namjoon couldn’t get enough of it.

The two had apparently met while Jimin was a freshman in high school. They were quick to make friends with each other, but as time went on Jin eventually graduated and moved to another city to study. It was just a coincidence that Jimin had moved to a nearby place after he graduated early.

Several minutes passed of idle chatter before the three men heard a familiar ring as the front door opened and several customers walked in. They looked as if this was their first time here too. Curiously observing the mural and further interior of the building.

"Ah, sorry to cut this short.", Jin pushed his chair back and stood quickly from it. "It was good seeing you though. Feel free to drop by anytime you want!"

"Good luck! We'll be here again!" Jimin stood from his seat as well, Namjoon following just a moment after. "You better watch out for us!"

Jin just chuckled lightly and shook his head at Jimin’s antics, picking up Namjoon's empty plate before giving him a soft grin.

"I'll see you soon, yeah?" He spoke in a softer voice, reaching his free hand out to shake Namjoon's once more.

"Definitely.", Namjoon replied as he shook Jin's hand, smiling back at him.

When Jin looked down and giggled shyly, Namjoon felt his heart skip a beat.

"See you guys later!", Jin waved at them as he walked back to his position behind the counter, ready to take orders from the new customers.

The two men made their way to the door and as they walked through, Namjoon looked back to take one last look at Jin. He still had that adorable smile on his face as the two made eye contact before Namjoon left the bakery.

The walk back home wasn't as silent as the walk to the bakery, but it was just as pleasant, if not more. Rather than focusing on the scenery and bustling, Namjoon couldn't get his mind off of Jin. The way he would make jokes and witty comments without issue, yet smile and hold his head down bashfully if you complimented him was unbelievable endearing. He was a lot like a big puppy, Namjoon thought.

Jin was the perfect package deal, he thought to himself. A man that can cook, make jokes, and is undeniably handsome? Up until now, he didn't think a man like that could exist

"Hey, Jimin." Namjoon turned to look at his friend as they reached the entrance to their shared dorm

"Yeah?", Jimin replied expectantly as he fumbled in his pocket for their keys.

"Were you serious about inviting Jin to cook for us?", Namjoon asked, face turning slightly red. He figured it was a joke when he said it, but he just wanted to make sure in case he was going to get his hopes up.

"Not at the time.", Jimin spoke before pondering for a moment, considering it seriously now that Namjoon mentioned it. "Now that I think of it though, it wouldn't be such a bad idea."

"I totally agree.", Namjoon replied, trying his best to mask the excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, maybe I will.", Jimin considered as he unlocked the door of their dorm, opening it and and stepping inside.

Namjoon's heart was still fluttering out of his chest at the thought of seeing Jin again. In fact it had been fluttering ever since he met Jin. Once inside, Jimin had made his way to his room to study, or more likely go back to sleep. Namjoon went straight for the couch sitting himself down in the same spot he was in before he left. The TV was still on playing reruns of Friends as he had forgot to turn it off before he left. Namjoon gazed at the television as if he was actually watching the show, but his mind was off elsewhere. He made a mental note to himself as he thought.

He was going to see Jin again. His lack of enjoyment for sweets be damned. It would be worth it to spend money on cake pops if it meant he got to see him regularly.

And with that, he smiled to himself, absentmindedly watching the TV screen.

#bts fic #namjin #bts fanfic #bts series #bakery au #sugar writes

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